Introduction
BATTLEFIELD STRATEVARIA
The year is 5321, in the Stratevaria Galaxy. The two superpowers on this galaxy; The Beastman Empire and the Napishtim Federation have just went through a 50-year long, devastating galactic war that crippled every nation involved. The galaxy struggles to recover and find a moment of peace.
...But there shall be no rest for this world. One day, a mysterious black hole emerges in the middle of Stratevaria, and a demonic force known as "GEHENNA" reveals himself....and declares his intention to annihilate Stratevaria......unless a worthy enough opponent can travel to the Death World Megido and take him down.
With the two major galactic governments out of commision, the various guilds of Stratevaria, as well as other daring adventurers, all prepare to send their best and brightest against an otherworldly foe. Saving the galaxy....will be one hell of an adventure.
The year is 5321, in the Stratevaria Galaxy. The two superpowers on this galaxy; The Beastman Empire and the Napishtim Federation have just went through a 50-year long, devastating galactic war that crippled every nation involved. The galaxy struggles to recover and find a moment of peace.
...But there shall be no rest for this world. One day, a mysterious black hole emerges in the middle of Stratevaria, and a demonic force known as "GEHENNA" reveals himself....and declares his intention to annihilate Stratevaria......unless a worthy enough opponent can travel to the Death World Megido and take him down.
With the two major galactic governments out of commision, the various guilds of Stratevaria, as well as other daring adventurers, all prepare to send their best and brightest against an otherworldly foe. Saving the galaxy....will be one hell of an adventure.
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It seems like a normal day at Nebulon.....the green lights of the Neopolis Upper City shines bright through sleepless nights, the criminals of the Neopolis Lower City continue to shank one another, and the Under Forests remain quiet as a grave.
....However, it is not just any normal day.
Lights flicker in the city-wide planet. Communicators malfunctioning. Television screens turning static. The skymobile police corps begin to worry.
Was this a terrorist attack?
Or perhaps a signal of an oncoming Beastman invasion?
...But neither terrorist nor Beastmen could attack with this wide a range, or this fast a pace.
The giant screens all over Neopolis flickers for a couple more seconds......until suddenly, they stop.
And proceed to turn back on.
But it's not the beauty salon advertisement, or the cheesy romantic comedy trailer, or the Napishtim Federation propaganda that played.
Instead...this is what everyone sees this day, this moment, all over Neopolis: The visage of an otherworldly, apocalyptic creature.
An echoing, sinister voice. A voice that reeks of malice and challenge. A voice that, even if you know comes from far away, you can feel creeping up behind you....
"Sons and Daughters of Stratevaria.....I have called from the edge of your known galaxy.....My name is GEHENNA, and I am here....to provide a challenge."
The screens flickers.
"I have extinguished countless stars and annihilated innumerable galaxies..... I challenged them all...and none prevailed. All of them burned in my lake of fire.
And it is your galaxy's turn....your military is in shambles, your government is powerless....and yet they say, in times of despair, heroes rise.....
But how far will they rise....before they fall and burn? One year, I will wait. In one year, the gates of Megido will open...and I welcome all who are brave enough to journey there..and face me in mortal combat.
Defeat me, and acquire countless powers...... fail....and Stratevaria will....BURN."
As GEHENNA concludes his message....all the lights in the city are extinguished.
A few minutes of complete darkness covers the entire planet. The engines may run, the lives of the people may be safe...
....But for how long?
....However, it is not just any normal day.
Lights flicker in the city-wide planet. Communicators malfunctioning. Television screens turning static. The skymobile police corps begin to worry.
Was this a terrorist attack?
Or perhaps a signal of an oncoming Beastman invasion?
...But neither terrorist nor Beastmen could attack with this wide a range, or this fast a pace.
The giant screens all over Neopolis flickers for a couple more seconds......until suddenly, they stop.
And proceed to turn back on.
But it's not the beauty salon advertisement, or the cheesy romantic comedy trailer, or the Napishtim Federation propaganda that played.
Instead...this is what everyone sees this day, this moment, all over Neopolis: The visage of an otherworldly, apocalyptic creature.
An echoing, sinister voice. A voice that reeks of malice and challenge. A voice that, even if you know comes from far away, you can feel creeping up behind you....
"Sons and Daughters of Stratevaria.....I have called from the edge of your known galaxy.....My name is GEHENNA, and I am here....to provide a challenge."
The screens flickers.
"I have extinguished countless stars and annihilated innumerable galaxies..... I challenged them all...and none prevailed. All of them burned in my lake of fire.
And it is your galaxy's turn....your military is in shambles, your government is powerless....and yet they say, in times of despair, heroes rise.....
But how far will they rise....before they fall and burn? One year, I will wait. In one year, the gates of Megido will open...and I welcome all who are brave enough to journey there..and face me in mortal combat.
Defeat me, and acquire countless powers...... fail....and Stratevaria will....BURN."
As GEHENNA concludes his message....all the lights in the city are extinguished.
A few minutes of complete darkness covers the entire planet. The engines may run, the lives of the people may be safe...
....But for how long?
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As the planet wide blackout ensued, people began to panic.
It has only been ten years since the Galactic War ended. And now...something else has challenged them. Something....otherworldly. Eldritch. Nobody goes to Megido. This is insane....that planet is a literal world of death.
...And yet..the line between insanity and bravery is quiet thin, isn't it?
Reaching Megido will take quite some time, even in the age of space travel. The technology of the Hyper Drive was lost ages ago, when humans first came to Stratevaria. They will have to do it manually...and even with the fastest of ships, Megido is half a year away.
...But let's not get ahead of ourselves. You are now in the Upper City of Neopolis. People are panicking, running around wildly like chickens with their heads cut off. The Upper City has many Orbital Elevators to flee the planet....but in this state of frenzy, it will take days just to get through the line.
Unless of course, you have a plan.
It has only been ten years since the Galactic War ended. And now...something else has challenged them. Something....otherworldly. Eldritch. Nobody goes to Megido. This is insane....that planet is a literal world of death.
...And yet..the line between insanity and bravery is quiet thin, isn't it?
Reaching Megido will take quite some time, even in the age of space travel. The technology of the Hyper Drive was lost ages ago, when humans first came to Stratevaria. They will have to do it manually...and even with the fastest of ships, Megido is half a year away.
...But let's not get ahead of ourselves. You are now in the Upper City of Neopolis. People are panicking, running around wildly like chickens with their heads cut off. The Upper City has many Orbital Elevators to flee the planet....but in this state of frenzy, it will take days just to get through the line.
Unless of course, you have a plan.
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Even in the dark, chaotic slums of the Lower City, one can hear the booming voice of GEHENNA.....on the Television screens at the bar, on the loudspeakers lined upon the walls. Everywhere.
One's life must have not been the luckiest, if one had to live in the Lower City.
Would one person even have the chance to fight an eldritch creature from an eldritch world?
.....Only one way to find out, right?
GEHENNA called for all sons and daughters of Stratevaria.
And the Lower Citizens belong to this world too...no matter what the fancy pants above say.
There is one orbital elevator...a hidden, illegal one....somewhere in these lower cities, in the hands of a Dark S1de informant known as Megahertz. If one finds her, one can get started on this absurd quest.
One's life must have not been the luckiest, if one had to live in the Lower City.
Would one person even have the chance to fight an eldritch creature from an eldritch world?
.....Only one way to find out, right?
GEHENNA called for all sons and daughters of Stratevaria.
And the Lower Citizens belong to this world too...no matter what the fancy pants above say.
There is one orbital elevator...a hidden, illegal one....somewhere in these lower cities, in the hands of a Dark S1de informant known as Megahertz. If one finds her, one can get started on this absurd quest.
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The Under Forests are quiet. Too quiet. Always have been.
..But even though Neopolis is at times too far away to even see in the sky clearly, you can hear the ominous voice of GEHENNA, as he challenged the entire galaxy. His voice felt so close...as if he was whispering behind your back the entire time.
Perhaps the forests of Neopolis has gotten too boring for your taste. Perhaps you've had enough of peace and quiet. Or perhaps you're just curious about this entity claiming to be from Megido.
You can't seem to call any shuttles. Your communicator is still malfunctioning. There is only one way out of here right now....
...In the distance, a massive tube that stretches from the earth to the sky....
There is only one orbital elevator in the Under Forests, located in the skymobile police corps station.
Time to get moving. It's quite a distance away....and you never know what...or who.... you might run into.
..But even though Neopolis is at times too far away to even see in the sky clearly, you can hear the ominous voice of GEHENNA, as he challenged the entire galaxy. His voice felt so close...as if he was whispering behind your back the entire time.
Perhaps the forests of Neopolis has gotten too boring for your taste. Perhaps you've had enough of peace and quiet. Or perhaps you're just curious about this entity claiming to be from Megido.
You can't seem to call any shuttles. Your communicator is still malfunctioning. There is only one way out of here right now....
...In the distance, a massive tube that stretches from the earth to the sky....
There is only one orbital elevator in the Under Forests, located in the skymobile police corps station.
Time to get moving. It's quite a distance away....and you never know what...or who.... you might run into.
Gelon sighs and takes a drag from his cigarette "well seems like it's time to stop smoking then" he said and put it out on his robot arm then flick it in the carnivorous plant's mouth he was holding in his robotic hand, the plant crumpled together from the taste of the cigarette bud "not so big now are you? well scram before I make a salad out of you" he said and throws the plant away as he straightened his clothing "at least I get my paycheck for this trip and can get that component I needed" he said and a small tubule popped up in his robotic hand "well they said i would get a bonus if i could get some venom and liquid from one of those so my job is done" he said as he put the tubule in a sample box and picked it up then heads back to the orbital elevator
The setting changes from Nebulon Under Forests to Neopolis - Lower City
"Will you please turn that shit off, I'm trying to have a drink!" Keeton takes a slug of the bottle in front of him and looks towards the barkeep. "Hey didn't you hear what i just said?!" The bar is silent besides the banter of Keeton, everyone is fixated to the screen on the back wall. "Oh god..." says a regular of the bar. "This is it..." another says. Keeton drinks the last of his bottle and reaches for a new one, surprisingly the barkeep doesn't even flinch. He quickly starts to consume the new substance. The voice blares through the silent room, but Keeton is way too drunk to know what the entity is saying. The T.V. is turned off, and the room begins to fill with dread. "Wow what happened to you guys?" Keeton says finishing the last of his drink. "You guys are really killing the mood. We all came here to drink and have a good time, but you bafoons can't even do-" Keeton is knocked to the ground by a a sucker punch to the gut. "Don't you realize, we are all going to DIE, Gehenna is going to slaughter us all!" The figure that had delivered the punch cries out, tears welling in his eyes. "Gehenna, that guys a punk. He doesn't know nothing about nothing. I will face this guy and give him a good whipping for not behaving on my ship!" Keeton blurts out in a drunken rage. murmurs start to form around the bar as Keeton passes out on the floor. "If he's our champion then we're screwed."
Sitting inside an abandoned building, Sentinel kept replaying GEHENNA's message incessantly, scanning for something familiar in it. Despite having done so thousands upon thousands of times, nothing has shown up in of the databases he had stored inside of his system. Shutting down the record, he stood up and grabbed the plasma cannons next to him. Attaching them to his hips, the weapons seemed to contour to his legs, blending in seamlessly. Draping a drab cloak over his soldiers so as to conceal his equipment, Sentinel tapped into the data networks present in the vicinity. There was only one way out of this slum, and that was through a shuttle. Now that shuttles had been grounded, another way would have to be found. An idea came to him; if there was an orbital elevator on the surface of the planet, there must one running through the Lower City.
Striding quickly out of the derelict structure, he began surveying the networks in the city. There was always a crumb trail in this world, always a place where data was stored digitally. He just had to find it. Sentinel ran through the options and settled that it would have to be run by one of the criminal organizations in the Lower City, seeing as they would be the only ones with the resources to build or access an orbital elevator. All he needed to do was figure out which one hid the secret. It wouldn't take long.
Striding quickly out of the derelict structure, he began surveying the networks in the city. There was always a crumb trail in this world, always a place where data was stored digitally. He just had to find it. Sentinel ran through the options and settled that it would have to be run by one of the criminal organizations in the Lower City, seeing as they would be the only ones with the resources to build or access an orbital elevator. All he needed to do was figure out which one hid the secret. It wouldn't take long.
The Lower City was an urban jungle of scum and villainy. Law meant absolutely nothing here. It was all about reputation. The more imposing you were, the less likely you were to be attacked... most of the time. The street was lit up only by whatever street lights were still functioning. One of the Upper City modules literally eclipsed this module of the Lower City, shrouding it in unnatural darkness. It was mid-afternoon but it felt like midnight. A lone man walks down the street with an air of confidence and attitude. When he passed by a few beggars, they looked away not wanting to cause any trouble. The man made a hard left turn into a thin, dark alleyway for a shortcut.
This was his last mistake. Behind the gangster, a pair of orange glowering, hellish eyes appeared. Before the man could turn around and whip out his gun, it was all over. The creature had lunged and bit into his jugular vein with it's....tail? The man dropped dead in a pool of his own blood. The creature stood tall over the body, and happily smiled. "Another one bites the dust I suppose-" It stops mid sentence. It wasn't near any TV but it could hear the sudden booming voice of GEHENNA, and his demand. It's smile quickly became a frown...
"GEHENNA. Are you following me?" It whispers to itself as it looks up to the underside of the Upper City. Unlike the rest of Stratevaria, the creature, Byatis, knew about GEHENNA. Like the evil overlord, he too, was from the Death World Megido. He had escaped fairly recently, tired of the same setting. Byatis shook his head. "I will not let him take this galaxy from me!" He thought for a moment. "I am sure I'm not the only one... they will lead me to this elevator..thing." With that, Byatis disappeared from sight and took a massive leap to get to the rooftops. He ran on all fours along the roof tops, analysing the crowds for abnormal behaviour.
In this case, resolve and conviction.
This was his last mistake. Behind the gangster, a pair of orange glowering, hellish eyes appeared. Before the man could turn around and whip out his gun, it was all over. The creature had lunged and bit into his jugular vein with it's....tail? The man dropped dead in a pool of his own blood. The creature stood tall over the body, and happily smiled. "Another one bites the dust I suppose-" It stops mid sentence. It wasn't near any TV but it could hear the sudden booming voice of GEHENNA, and his demand. It's smile quickly became a frown...
"GEHENNA. Are you following me?" It whispers to itself as it looks up to the underside of the Upper City. Unlike the rest of Stratevaria, the creature, Byatis, knew about GEHENNA. Like the evil overlord, he too, was from the Death World Megido. He had escaped fairly recently, tired of the same setting. Byatis shook his head. "I will not let him take this galaxy from me!" He thought for a moment. "I am sure I'm not the only one... they will lead me to this elevator..thing." With that, Byatis disappeared from sight and took a massive leap to get to the rooftops. He ran on all fours along the roof tops, analysing the crowds for abnormal behaviour.
In this case, resolve and conviction.
The setting changes from Neopolis - Lower City to Neopolis - Upper City
Lekan was just as terrified as anyone else when the blackout hit. It was impossible for every single generator on the planet to suddenly cease functioning like that, and none of the major galactic powers were looking to start another war... which could only mean that this GEHENNA person was serious about laying waste to the entire galaxy.
At least one good thing was the fact that GEHENNA was willing to wait for the inhabitants of Stratevaria to muster some sort of retaliation. Heroes rise in times of despair, he said. Lekan was reminded of last night when he overheard a few adventurers swapping stories in one of the taverns. While certainly dangerous, it did sound pretty exciting... but maybe the safest thing to do was evacuate the planet and get as far away from Megido as possible? Regardless, it was clear that he had to reach the space elevator leading to Nebulon's orbital shipyards as soon as possible.
However, such a task looked to be easier said than done; practically everyone else had the same thing in mind, be they warriors or refugees, and as vast as the interstellar ships were, they could only take so many people. Seeing how congested the streets were, Lekan had little choice but to take to the air and start heading towards the monolithic space elevator. He had no intention of being left behind on Nebulon, that much was certain.
At least one good thing was the fact that GEHENNA was willing to wait for the inhabitants of Stratevaria to muster some sort of retaliation. Heroes rise in times of despair, he said. Lekan was reminded of last night when he overheard a few adventurers swapping stories in one of the taverns. While certainly dangerous, it did sound pretty exciting... but maybe the safest thing to do was evacuate the planet and get as far away from Megido as possible? Regardless, it was clear that he had to reach the space elevator leading to Nebulon's orbital shipyards as soon as possible.
However, such a task looked to be easier said than done; practically everyone else had the same thing in mind, be they warriors or refugees, and as vast as the interstellar ships were, they could only take so many people. Seeing how congested the streets were, Lekan had little choice but to take to the air and start heading towards the monolithic space elevator. He had no intention of being left behind on Nebulon, that much was certain.
Preston sat back on the couch, exhaling the grey smoke from the cigarette he just recently lit, the wisps fading into the dark room. His eyes fixed on the black screen of the television. What had he seen? Who or what was GEHENNA, and what reason did he want to destroy Stratevaria? These questions played in his mind as he rose up, taking another drag from his cigarette. He walked over to Colt's bedroom and knocked on the door. "Hey Colt, did ya see the shit on the TV?" A second later, the door opened up, Colt stood facing Preston, a typical, blank look on his face. "No shit, idiot. I tried changing the channels, same ugly fuck on them all."
There was a short moment of silence until Preston spoke again. "I think we should go find Mosa and James, see what they have to say." Preston walked back to the couch, putting out his cigarette in the ashtray. Colt followed behind, putting on his coat. "Whatever, let's just do this quick." With that, the two left the apartment complex and headed out.
There was a short moment of silence until Preston spoke again. "I think we should go find Mosa and James, see what they have to say." Preston walked back to the couch, putting out his cigarette in the ashtray. Colt followed behind, putting on his coat. "Whatever, let's just do this quick." With that, the two left the apartment complex and headed out.
The setting changes from Neopolis - Upper City to Nebulon Under Forests
Aside from GEHENNA's mysterious transmission, the Under Forests at night is same as always; tranquil, cold, quiet, dark. Lightbugs can be seen hovering in groups, creating an otherworldly source of illumination.
But other than these lightbugs, Gelon also sees a lone campfire not too far away, on the same path towards the Orbital Elevator. The fire burns warmly and the smoke spreads to the dark skies. It seems to be a hunter's camp, as Gelon can see two bedrolls, a portable footlocker, a backpack, and a stool around the campfire.
And on top of that stool is an albino beastman. His white fur contrasts greatly with his dark purple scars, along with his piercing, yet kind, red eyes. Next to the beastman is a young, pink haired girl wearing a very colorful pink outfit, which makes her look like an especially cheesy-looking soldier.
The two turns to look at Gelon when they see him coming. The Beastman nods, while the young girl smiles happily and waves.
"Well-met, stranger.", the beastman says in a guttural tone. He's holding a knife in his right hand, and some leather strips in his left.
"Hi hi~!", the young girl also says. She seems more obviously happy to see Gelon than the beastman, straightening herself and clasping her hands together on top of her skirt.
But other than these lightbugs, Gelon also sees a lone campfire not too far away, on the same path towards the Orbital Elevator. The fire burns warmly and the smoke spreads to the dark skies. It seems to be a hunter's camp, as Gelon can see two bedrolls, a portable footlocker, a backpack, and a stool around the campfire.
And on top of that stool is an albino beastman. His white fur contrasts greatly with his dark purple scars, along with his piercing, yet kind, red eyes. Next to the beastman is a young, pink haired girl wearing a very colorful pink outfit, which makes her look like an especially cheesy-looking soldier.
The two turns to look at Gelon when they see him coming. The Beastman nods, while the young girl smiles happily and waves.
"Well-met, stranger.", the beastman says in a guttural tone. He's holding a knife in his right hand, and some leather strips in his left.
"Hi hi~!", the young girl also says. She seems more obviously happy to see Gelon than the beastman, straightening herself and clasping her hands together on top of her skirt.
The setting changes from Nebulon Under Forests to Neopolis - Lower City
How long as has it been since he's been out?
Keeton finds himself awake, and smells the hobo piss in the air. It's unmistakeable....he's found himself in the back alley of the bar. The bouncers must've thrown him out......And what's that feeling around him? If Keeton looks around, he'd find mountains and mountains of plastic trash bags.
Great. He's in a dumpster.
Suddenly, Keeton hears a young, calm, and oddly whimsical, robotically synthesized noise. "Yo!"
On the rooftop of the bar across from his location and above, is the crouching figure of a dark purple android. In his hands is a blood red spear with the blade at the tip being a chainsaw. His dark purple claws have a loose grip on the weapon.
"Fancy meeting you here!", the android spearman continues. He has a rather eccentric, but still polite, tone to him. And as he nods, the dim lower city lights can be seen reflected in his yellow visor.
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The Sentinel's scanning takes a while to yield a promising result. The Lower Cities are vast; planet-wide, in fact. Plenty of red herrings and backdoor viruses are in the network, but they're nothing Sentinel can't handle. Eventually, as he keeps walking, a match is found: Northwest of here, in the burnt library...a place long rumored to be a Dark S1de hideout. This must be it....
Above, on the rooftops, Byatis is well hidden. The lack of a sky in the Lower City provides quite the useful darkness for the eldritch rogue. There are plenty of beggars, junkies, and other hopeless lowlives slowly dying away in the back alleys, and even on the streets. And because of that....the sight of Sentinel is quite unique. Even though he's a robot, he walks with unmistakeable confidence and determination.
Looks like Byatis has found what he's looking for
Keeton finds himself awake, and smells the hobo piss in the air. It's unmistakeable....he's found himself in the back alley of the bar. The bouncers must've thrown him out......And what's that feeling around him? If Keeton looks around, he'd find mountains and mountains of plastic trash bags.
Great. He's in a dumpster.
Suddenly, Keeton hears a young, calm, and oddly whimsical, robotically synthesized noise. "Yo!"
On the rooftop of the bar across from his location and above, is the crouching figure of a dark purple android. In his hands is a blood red spear with the blade at the tip being a chainsaw. His dark purple claws have a loose grip on the weapon.
"Fancy meeting you here!", the android spearman continues. He has a rather eccentric, but still polite, tone to him. And as he nods, the dim lower city lights can be seen reflected in his yellow visor.
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The Sentinel's scanning takes a while to yield a promising result. The Lower Cities are vast; planet-wide, in fact. Plenty of red herrings and backdoor viruses are in the network, but they're nothing Sentinel can't handle. Eventually, as he keeps walking, a match is found: Northwest of here, in the burnt library...a place long rumored to be a Dark S1de hideout. This must be it....
Above, on the rooftops, Byatis is well hidden. The lack of a sky in the Lower City provides quite the useful darkness for the eldritch rogue. There are plenty of beggars, junkies, and other hopeless lowlives slowly dying away in the back alleys, and even on the streets. And because of that....the sight of Sentinel is quite unique. Even though he's a robot, he walks with unmistakeable confidence and determination.
Looks like Byatis has found what he's looking for
The setting changes from Neopolis - Lower City to Neopolis - Upper City
There are four major orbital elevators nearby. There's so many people around him, Lekan inevitably gets shoved and pushed over and over. It is quite a struggle just to walk several meters. So many huge and powerful Beastmen were bumping into him. Some were quite rude, hurling him a myriad of racist insults regarding his squid-like appearances.
"Gah! Get outta my way, squidhead!"
"Hey, calamari brain! MOVE!"
"Oww! You stepped on my toe, octopi bastard!"
....Of course, the fact that Lekan hovers and flies seems to be lost on some of them.
Eventually, after quite a bit of struggle, Lekan can finally see the Northern Orbital Elevator. Yes! He's close. But suddenly, the people around him begin panicking. Seems like violence has broken out near the elevator. Not unexpected, perhaps. Even the skymobile police corps seems to be getting overwhelmed by the mass of humans, synthetics, and beastmen trying to make their way out of Nebulon. A massive, sumo-like man can be seen hurling away a synthetic skymobile officer a quarter his size.
But suddenly, there is a loud, humming noise. The city seems to be momentarily brightened by a yellow flash, and before Lekan can utter a word, people are suddenly being thrown back by an unrelenting force....and several brightly colored, yellow laser beams...
...coming from above. In the air, a strange looking insectoid woman hovers, seemingly guarding the elevator from a safe distance. Even though she's quite far, Lekan can see her many glowing yellow eyes.....and her opened, maw-like hands from which a smoking gun emerged.
The people around Lekan began to panic. Even though they can see that the blasts were mere concussives and set to stun, it clearly hurts, because the people are groaning. They proceed to turn tail, and run.
"AGHHH!!!!! THEY GOT A GENESIOR HE-"
Before that man could finish his sentence, another bright flash of yellow beam is fired at him, and Lekan can see him being dragged through the ground by the sheer impact of the blast.
The expressionless woman doesn't seem pleased. As more people begin to run, she turns to Lekan.....and raises her gun arm.
"This orbital elevator is closed."
And she fires.
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As Preston and Colt head out, they are immediately stormed by massive amounts of people. There is just way too many people on Nebulon. Though it seems like GEHENNA's challenge is going to change this. Thankfully, since they are heading towards the orbital elevators on the North and the South, Preston and Colt have a relatively easy path to take, towards Mosa's Seafood Services in the west side.
Mosa's Seafood Services. It's a medium sized building. Two storeys. A disturbing-looking representation of Mosa's head decorates the red, orange, and green "Mosa's Seafood Services" sign. It's those eyes. They look lifeless and fake. Like a doll's eyes...only orange. Since it's quite late at night by now, the restaurant has closed down.
Inside, Preston and Colt can see Mosa, tidying up the tables and chairs like nothing is happening, completely calm, with a natural smile on his crocodillian face.
"Gah! Get outta my way, squidhead!"
"Hey, calamari brain! MOVE!"
"Oww! You stepped on my toe, octopi bastard!"
....Of course, the fact that Lekan hovers and flies seems to be lost on some of them.
Eventually, after quite a bit of struggle, Lekan can finally see the Northern Orbital Elevator. Yes! He's close. But suddenly, the people around him begin panicking. Seems like violence has broken out near the elevator. Not unexpected, perhaps. Even the skymobile police corps seems to be getting overwhelmed by the mass of humans, synthetics, and beastmen trying to make their way out of Nebulon. A massive, sumo-like man can be seen hurling away a synthetic skymobile officer a quarter his size.
But suddenly, there is a loud, humming noise. The city seems to be momentarily brightened by a yellow flash, and before Lekan can utter a word, people are suddenly being thrown back by an unrelenting force....and several brightly colored, yellow laser beams...
...coming from above. In the air, a strange looking insectoid woman hovers, seemingly guarding the elevator from a safe distance. Even though she's quite far, Lekan can see her many glowing yellow eyes.....and her opened, maw-like hands from which a smoking gun emerged.
The people around Lekan began to panic. Even though they can see that the blasts were mere concussives and set to stun, it clearly hurts, because the people are groaning. They proceed to turn tail, and run.
"AGHHH!!!!! THEY GOT A GENESIOR HE-"
Before that man could finish his sentence, another bright flash of yellow beam is fired at him, and Lekan can see him being dragged through the ground by the sheer impact of the blast.
The expressionless woman doesn't seem pleased. As more people begin to run, she turns to Lekan.....and raises her gun arm.
"This orbital elevator is closed."
And she fires.
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As Preston and Colt head out, they are immediately stormed by massive amounts of people. There is just way too many people on Nebulon. Though it seems like GEHENNA's challenge is going to change this. Thankfully, since they are heading towards the orbital elevators on the North and the South, Preston and Colt have a relatively easy path to take, towards Mosa's Seafood Services in the west side.
Mosa's Seafood Services. It's a medium sized building. Two storeys. A disturbing-looking representation of Mosa's head decorates the red, orange, and green "Mosa's Seafood Services" sign. It's those eyes. They look lifeless and fake. Like a doll's eyes...only orange. Since it's quite late at night by now, the restaurant has closed down.
Inside, Preston and Colt can see Mosa, tidying up the tables and chairs like nothing is happening, completely calm, with a natural smile on his crocodillian face.
The setting changes from Neopolis - Upper City to Neopolis - Lower City
As a possible match was found in the networks of the city, a surge of emotions ran through Sentinel's systems. Stumbling into several nearby people as his processes were overloaded, Sentinel began to shut down. Running a flash clearing process, he averted turning off, but not before he slammed into a wall. Quite a few people looked at him curiously, some with apprehension or disgust, but most just kept on walking. The appearance of GEHENNA was much more interesting than a simple malfunctioning robot. Straightening, he sighted a blur in the corner of his vision, creeping along the rooftops. Rotating swiftly, he saw nothing but the smoky air of the Lower City and ruined roofs.
Filing away the movement for later, Sentinel decided to investigate the most likely lead to reaching the orbital elevator- a burned-out library somewhere to the Northwest of his current position. Bringing up a map of the area, he located it and began weaving through the crowds in a swift, determined manner. No matter the cloak, his height and synthetic nature marked him out to any that were looking. Not that he was built for stealth in any case. He was a being designed for war. The crowds around him slowed his progress significantly, but most would move out of his way.
Sighting the library around the corner, he turned down an alley that would take him right by the structure. Looking at city schematics, he found a sewer entrance nearby that would lead right into the basement of the building. Better to sneak in if it was run by a group of criminals, a scene would simply attract more attention to his actions. Finding the grate, he stared at it. Scanners would have been a useful addition to his systems, but he had not the time or resources to acquire such a thing at the moment. Deciding that the only way to learn if it was rigged to deal damage was to open it. Leaning down, he began to lift the grate.
Filing away the movement for later, Sentinel decided to investigate the most likely lead to reaching the orbital elevator- a burned-out library somewhere to the Northwest of his current position. Bringing up a map of the area, he located it and began weaving through the crowds in a swift, determined manner. No matter the cloak, his height and synthetic nature marked him out to any that were looking. Not that he was built for stealth in any case. He was a being designed for war. The crowds around him slowed his progress significantly, but most would move out of his way.
Sighting the library around the corner, he turned down an alley that would take him right by the structure. Looking at city schematics, he found a sewer entrance nearby that would lead right into the basement of the building. Better to sneak in if it was run by a group of criminals, a scene would simply attract more attention to his actions. Finding the grate, he stared at it. Scanners would have been a useful addition to his systems, but he had not the time or resources to acquire such a thing at the moment. Deciding that the only way to learn if it was rigged to deal damage was to open it. Leaning down, he began to lift the grate.
The setting changes from Neopolis - Lower City to Neopolis - Upper City
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Colt hissed, his ears flattened back in anger as the sea of people tried to move around them, but a few accidental bumps happened here and there. Preston looked around, trying to get a clear view of any possible routes that were not congested with traffic. "Relax, everyone is scared. Just stay calm and follow me. We'll cut west like we usually do..." Preston trailed off for a moment, taking in the scenery of chaos unfolding around them. "We should be fine, Colt. Do you want me to hold your hand?" Preston said in a playful tone. Colt slowly turned his head, an expression of hate on his face. "If you ever talk to me like I'm some fucking six year old, I'll fucking kill you." Preston smiled and started walking west, trying his best to keep an even pace so Colt wouldn't fall behind, while trying to avoid bumping into others as they passed. In what seemed like forever, well to Colt at least, they arrived at "Mosa's Seafood Service."
"We're here." Said Preston. "Wow, I had no idea. What gave it away? Was it Mosa's giant fuckin' head on the sign, or did you just guess?" Colt smiled, his tone obviously sarcastic. Preston took another glance at the restaurant. Mosa's head, well, the fake one, was perched atop the sign, that is, had something to it. It's fake expression, and dead, doll-like eyes didn't seem right. Nothing like the Mosa they knew. But it worked well enough to serve as an iconic beacon to the restaurant. Those thoughts aside, Preston and Colt walked up to the door, knocking on it as Mosa was busy closing up shop.
"We're here." Said Preston. "Wow, I had no idea. What gave it away? Was it Mosa's giant fuckin' head on the sign, or did you just guess?" Colt smiled, his tone obviously sarcastic. Preston took another glance at the restaurant. Mosa's head, well, the fake one, was perched atop the sign, that is, had something to it. It's fake expression, and dead, doll-like eyes didn't seem right. Nothing like the Mosa they knew. But it worked well enough to serve as an iconic beacon to the restaurant. Those thoughts aside, Preston and Colt walked up to the door, knocking on it as Mosa was busy closing up shop.
The setting changes from Neopolis - Upper City to Stratevaria Galaxy
As the voice an image of GEHENNA flickered away into darkness, Nef smiled to himself. This whole situation simply reeked of profit.
He checked his watch and then rose from his seat within a dingy apartment and headed to the fridge a few paces away, which, to his dismay, was empty again. But no matter; it was time to leave anyways.
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A few buildings away, Daedalus was tinkering in his workshop, and when he finally finished, he inspected his work: a modified SPADISDEV Spaceship Disassembly Device, with a modified external energy core and significantly increased plasma injection. The thing could cut the hull plating of a medium-class cruiser like a hot knife through butter. Not bad for its bulk.
And then, GEHENNA transmitted his signal, and Daedalus knew: a friend would be requiring the modified SPADISDEV.
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Aboard the Liset, Durandal slept, his unconscious systems monitoring all of the ship's systems while his intelligence module slept.
Until GEHENNA awoke him.
A curious manifestation; one that, if he knew them correctly, Durandal knew his owners would be hunting after. He would simply have to wait until they arrived at the orbital docking station to collect the ship and be on their way.
He checked his watch and then rose from his seat within a dingy apartment and headed to the fridge a few paces away, which, to his dismay, was empty again. But no matter; it was time to leave anyways.
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A few buildings away, Daedalus was tinkering in his workshop, and when he finally finished, he inspected his work: a modified SPADISDEV Spaceship Disassembly Device, with a modified external energy core and significantly increased plasma injection. The thing could cut the hull plating of a medium-class cruiser like a hot knife through butter. Not bad for its bulk.
And then, GEHENNA transmitted his signal, and Daedalus knew: a friend would be requiring the modified SPADISDEV.
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Aboard the Liset, Durandal slept, his unconscious systems monitoring all of the ship's systems while his intelligence module slept.
Until GEHENNA awoke him.
A curious manifestation; one that, if he knew them correctly, Durandal knew his owners would be hunting after. He would simply have to wait until they arrived at the orbital docking station to collect the ship and be on their way.
The setting changes from Stratevaria Galaxy to Neopolis - Upper City
Lekan knew that the local authorities would have taken some measures to prevent the entry points to the orbital elevators from being utterly swamped, but once his destination was within sight it was clear that the blockade was failing, slowly but surely. These people were just as desperate to get offworld as he was.
As he watched the scene unfold before him, the Ondari was alerted to the sound of humming in the air and the flash of an energy weapon of some sort being fired. Lekan quickly looked up to see an insectoid alien firing upon the crowd from on high. A Genesior, here? Lekan stared, wide-eyed, as she took aim at him and fired.
He managed to dart out of the way of the shot, but he was still out in the open. He quickly hid behind the nearest available building. From there, he could try and get some semblance of a plan together.
The crowds would be able to push through the blockade and clear the way to the elevator, but that Genesior was keeping them pinned down, and they could do nothing about it since she was still up in the air...
...but he could.
It was definitely crazy, but he couldn't afford to waste time looking for another orbital elevator hoping that it was free. The rest were probably just as crowded as this one. Taking a moment to steel himself, Lekan broke cover and attempted to get in closer to the Genesior. He refrained from closing the distance in one go, however. Instead, he went for short distances to hide behind the next object that provided adequate protection from that weaponry.
Once Lekan felt that he was close enough, the Ondari flung himself upward, zigzagging erratically and firing several ink shots in the Genesior's direction, hoping that at least one of them would hit. He had never really considered himself a lawbreaker, but it was either this or be stranded on Nebulon.
As he watched the scene unfold before him, the Ondari was alerted to the sound of humming in the air and the flash of an energy weapon of some sort being fired. Lekan quickly looked up to see an insectoid alien firing upon the crowd from on high. A Genesior, here? Lekan stared, wide-eyed, as she took aim at him and fired.
He managed to dart out of the way of the shot, but he was still out in the open. He quickly hid behind the nearest available building. From there, he could try and get some semblance of a plan together.
The crowds would be able to push through the blockade and clear the way to the elevator, but that Genesior was keeping them pinned down, and they could do nothing about it since she was still up in the air...
...but he could.
It was definitely crazy, but he couldn't afford to waste time looking for another orbital elevator hoping that it was free. The rest were probably just as crowded as this one. Taking a moment to steel himself, Lekan broke cover and attempted to get in closer to the Genesior. He refrained from closing the distance in one go, however. Instead, he went for short distances to hide behind the next object that provided adequate protection from that weaponry.
Once Lekan felt that he was close enough, the Ondari flung himself upward, zigzagging erratically and firing several ink shots in the Genesior's direction, hoping that at least one of them would hit. He had never really considered himself a lawbreaker, but it was either this or be stranded on Nebulon.
The setting changes from Neopolis - Upper City to Neopolis - Lower City
Byatis crawled along the rooftops, scanning the crowds, looking amongst the drunkards and scared little humans and beastmen, until a cloaked figure caught his attention fairly quickly. The figure was wandering at first after walking into a wall, but suddenly walked with purpose. So Byatis followed quietly by rooftop until suddenly it turned to look straight in his direction! Even with his natural camouflage active, Byatis still instinctively ducked out of sight, but still manages to take a peek. His face crumpled with either annoyance or disgust once he saw just what he was following. "Hhhhh...a synthetic..," he said under his breath. Byatis shook off the feeling and continued to follow once the synthetic began to move once more.
Byatis's leaps got longer and longer as the buildings began to be a bit farther apart. Luckily for the Megidian, he was nimble and barely made sounds upon landing, but made small dust clouds thanks to the buildings' poor upkeep. Byatis stopped and noticed the synthetic was headed to the burnt library. '....Dark S1de territory? Well that explains how they smuggle Upper city goods...,' he thought to himself. He then looked over to see the synthetic was clearly smart enough to go in through the front. It was going to use the sewer. Clever. Byatis the climbed down the side of the building he was on, like a massive lizard going down a tree in an urban jungle. Byatis kept to the darkness, keeping his camouflage on as he watched what the synthetic would do next.
Byatis's leaps got longer and longer as the buildings began to be a bit farther apart. Luckily for the Megidian, he was nimble and barely made sounds upon landing, but made small dust clouds thanks to the buildings' poor upkeep. Byatis stopped and noticed the synthetic was headed to the burnt library. '....Dark S1de territory? Well that explains how they smuggle Upper city goods...,' he thought to himself. He then looked over to see the synthetic was clearly smart enough to go in through the front. It was going to use the sewer. Clever. Byatis the climbed down the side of the building he was on, like a massive lizard going down a tree in an urban jungle. Byatis kept to the darkness, keeping his camouflage on as he watched what the synthetic would do next.
The setting changes from Neopolis - Lower City to Stratevaria Galaxy
(sorry guys spaced the location we are in the lower city)
"Jesus Christ!" Keeton screams, propelling himself further into the filth. "An android in the lower city? What the hell do you want?" Keeton yells out at the figure crouching on the building above him.
"Jesus Christ!" Keeton screams, propelling himself further into the filth. "An android in the lower city? What the hell do you want?" Keeton yells out at the figure crouching on the building above him.
The setting changes from Stratevaria Galaxy to Neopolis - Lower City
Clockwork chuckles robotically, his shoulder visibly shaking as he does. "Well, am I ever glad you asked!", Clockwork replies, twirling his spear and resting it on his shoulder. "I was down here doing android...things, you know? Hunting down criminals, taking out the trash, feeding stray cats....when I heard the most peculiar of recordings."
Clockwork focuses his gaze.
"GEHENNA's challenge to all of Stratevaria....one I'm sure you heard as well."
Clockwork stands up.
"I'm going out of Nebulon anyways, so I figured, why don't I head over to the Orbital Elevator? And since you're here....I thought that we both could use the company, hmm?" his tone is pleasant, if eccentric, all the time, and seems to be genuine.
"I could use someone to watch my back. And I have a good eye for people....well, heh, seven of them. So what do you say~?" Clockwork tilts his head, and folds his arms, his right hand still holding his halberd.
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As Sentinel lifts the rusted grate....
....Nothing happens.
Seems like this is indeed a safe, if filthy, way to go. The vomit green sewer water would look and smell repulsive to most organics.
However....while the grate is not rigged, the sewer itself seems to be guarded. Sentinel can see several bright white lights from flashlights, and hear wet, soggy footsteps, underneath. Dark S1de patrol grunts....
Clockwork focuses his gaze.
"GEHENNA's challenge to all of Stratevaria....one I'm sure you heard as well."
Clockwork stands up.
"I'm going out of Nebulon anyways, so I figured, why don't I head over to the Orbital Elevator? And since you're here....I thought that we both could use the company, hmm?" his tone is pleasant, if eccentric, all the time, and seems to be genuine.
"I could use someone to watch my back. And I have a good eye for people....well, heh, seven of them. So what do you say~?" Clockwork tilts his head, and folds his arms, his right hand still holding his halberd.
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As Sentinel lifts the rusted grate....
....Nothing happens.
Seems like this is indeed a safe, if filthy, way to go. The vomit green sewer water would look and smell repulsive to most organics.
However....while the grate is not rigged, the sewer itself seems to be guarded. Sentinel can see several bright white lights from flashlights, and hear wet, soggy footsteps, underneath. Dark S1de patrol grunts....
The setting changes from Neopolis - Lower City to Neopolis - Upper City
The Genesior seems expressionless as Lekan suddenly flew, and she fires a plasma blast from her right arm cannon, which hits a large abandoned car Lekan was hiding behind, and dents it severely, yet did not hit Lekan at all.
the Genesior continues firing, switching arms with every blast; left arm, right arm, left arm, right arm. She looks completely calm, almost like a marionette. But Lekan continues to succeed at dodging her, while Quin continues to succeed at causing considerable amounts of collateral damage. Cars flew into the air, a noodle merchant's cart is blasted off the platform, and an abnormally large fire hydrant is blown to bits, spraying water everywhere.
When Lekan suddenly fire his ink shots, the Genesior subtly widens her eyes in surprise. The first shot was his luckiest, as it hits her right on the upper chest and right face, but she quickly catches up with Lekan's speed, and dodges his next few shots effectively, flying through the air like a hornet.
If Lekan looks closely, he can see the Genesior vaguely narrowing the main eyes on her face. And suddenly, as she swerves and dodges another inkblot, she raises both arm cannons....
...And proceeds to fire a barrage of rapid fire plasma blasts. These blasts are longer, thinner, and far greater in number than her previous ones.
This is gonna suck.
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Mosa raises his head and looks to the window as hears Preston knocking. Seeing Colt's docked tail, Mosa does a deep, hearty chuckle, and walks over to the door.
He opens the door - which has been sized to be as tall and wide as him -, and looks down at the two.
"HEYY Colt! Preston!", his natural crocodilian smile turns into a huge grin as he bares his teeth happily.
"Come on in, come on in! Mosa was just cleaning, but I'm sure you know."
Mosa leads the two in, before closing the door again. Looks like he's almost done, the restaurant looks damn near spotless, with the chairs neatly placed upside down on top of the tables.
"I sent James to get some ingredients, but Mosa think he be back soon!", Mosa exclaims, his manly baritone voice audible throughout the entire restaurant.
the Genesior continues firing, switching arms with every blast; left arm, right arm, left arm, right arm. She looks completely calm, almost like a marionette. But Lekan continues to succeed at dodging her, while Quin continues to succeed at causing considerable amounts of collateral damage. Cars flew into the air, a noodle merchant's cart is blasted off the platform, and an abnormally large fire hydrant is blown to bits, spraying water everywhere.
When Lekan suddenly fire his ink shots, the Genesior subtly widens her eyes in surprise. The first shot was his luckiest, as it hits her right on the upper chest and right face, but she quickly catches up with Lekan's speed, and dodges his next few shots effectively, flying through the air like a hornet.
If Lekan looks closely, he can see the Genesior vaguely narrowing the main eyes on her face. And suddenly, as she swerves and dodges another inkblot, she raises both arm cannons....
...And proceeds to fire a barrage of rapid fire plasma blasts. These blasts are longer, thinner, and far greater in number than her previous ones.
This is gonna suck.
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Mosa raises his head and looks to the window as hears Preston knocking. Seeing Colt's docked tail, Mosa does a deep, hearty chuckle, and walks over to the door.
He opens the door - which has been sized to be as tall and wide as him -, and looks down at the two.
"HEYY Colt! Preston!", his natural crocodilian smile turns into a huge grin as he bares his teeth happily.
"Come on in, come on in! Mosa was just cleaning, but I'm sure you know."
Mosa leads the two in, before closing the door again. Looks like he's almost done, the restaurant looks damn near spotless, with the chairs neatly placed upside down on top of the tables.
"I sent James to get some ingredients, but Mosa think he be back soon!", Mosa exclaims, his manly baritone voice audible throughout the entire restaurant.
The setting changes from Neopolis - Upper City to Neopolis - Lower City
Keeton processes what he had just heard. I'm sorry what in Davy Jones are you talking about? After five bottles of gin I start to forget about a lot of important details concerning my day, including how i got in this dumpster." Keeton quickly pulls himself out and wipes off some of the grime left over on his trousers. He sits down, keeping his head down to the morning light creeping into the alleyway. Keeton produces a flask and takes a drink from it, wiping the excess liquid from his lips.
The two converse about the events that had just taken place.
"So you are telling me I can get myself a ship if we kill this guy. Sounds easy enough, but first we are gonna have to find an orbital elevator. Fortunately for you I know just the place to find one. The name is K2 by the way, your gonna need to remember that when i become the galaxies most infamous space pirate." Keeton lifts his head for the first time grinning at his new partner, exposing his glowing red electronic eye. The android extends his right arm forward, Keeton embraces the metal hand and carefully lifts himself up. "Well we better start walking the library is a few miles from here." Keeton takes another slug of his flask and squints up at the sun now peaking over the slums of the under city. "Tastes like sunlight, I fucking hate sunlight." he chuckles slightly and starts working towards his destination.
The two converse about the events that had just taken place.
"So you are telling me I can get myself a ship if we kill this guy. Sounds easy enough, but first we are gonna have to find an orbital elevator. Fortunately for you I know just the place to find one. The name is K2 by the way, your gonna need to remember that when i become the galaxies most infamous space pirate." Keeton lifts his head for the first time grinning at his new partner, exposing his glowing red electronic eye. The android extends his right arm forward, Keeton embraces the metal hand and carefully lifts himself up. "Well we better start walking the library is a few miles from here." Keeton takes another slug of his flask and squints up at the sun now peaking over the slums of the under city. "Tastes like sunlight, I fucking hate sunlight." he chuckles slightly and starts working towards his destination.
The setting changes from Neopolis - Lower City to Nebulon Under Forests
Gelon sighs and put the box down "hi nice to meet you two as well" he said and grab his pack of cigarettes "do you mind if I burn these in the fire? Not gonna need them any more" he said and grab an energy bar from his pocket "but tell me what are *takes a bit from the energy bar* are you two doing done here? With all the dangers?" He asked the two and sit by the fire
The setting changes from Nebulon Under Forests to Neopolis - Lower City
As the gate creaked open without any trap activating, Sentinel glanced both ways along the alley. Seeing none, he glanced again at the cluttered rooftops, remembering that shadow he had seen earlier. It may have been something going wrong with his processes during the involuntary shutdown, but better safe than sorry as the old saying went. Turning back to the opening in the ground, Sentinel took note of the lights swinging across the filth scattered through the sewer. Dropping the cloak from his shoulders, he wrapped it into a small ball and then inserted it into a small compartment in his chest for later use. Unclipping the particle cannons from his thighs, he lifted them into the air and ejected the blades from their case. Jumping into the sewer, he spotted the guards walking around and charged at them, hopefully knocking them out or killing them before they could raise any sort of alarm.
Byatis looked on from the darkness of the alleyway closest to the synthetic and the sewer grate. He watched as it removed its cloak and revealed its weaponry. Byatis took note, if there ever happens to be a misunderstanding later on. He didn't plan on engaging the synthetic. Shortly after the synthetic jumped down into the sewer, Byatis crawled toward the open grate and crumpled a bit. The smell was foul. Byatis was used to a lot of wretched smells, unavoidable if you lived on a death world, but stratevarian waste was truly disgusting. He wondered if this was worth it. Reluctantly, Byatis climbed into the sewer and clung to the ceiling as opposed to dropping in the waters. His camouflage still held up as he watched the synthetic attack some patrol guards swiftly. Watching how he moved.
Suddenly Byatis noticed one lone patrol guard who approached the site. The guard was ready to fire at the synthetic as well as try to call for backup. Byatis grinned and lowered his tail behind the guard and grabbed his skull, effectively crushing his skull. Byatis dropped the corpse into the sewer water. Still hidden, he looked ahead to see if the synthetic took notice. Biding his time, wondering if he should reveal himself just yet.
Suddenly Byatis noticed one lone patrol guard who approached the site. The guard was ready to fire at the synthetic as well as try to call for backup. Byatis grinned and lowered his tail behind the guard and grabbed his skull, effectively crushing his skull. Byatis dropped the corpse into the sewer water. Still hidden, he looked ahead to see if the synthetic took notice. Biding his time, wondering if he should reveal himself just yet.
As the last guard fell unconscious, Sentinel began to sheath his blades. That ism until he heard a splash in the water behind him. Whirling to face the direction in which the sound has come from, he aimed the particle cannons, ready to destroy anything that might be waiting. Only a dead body greeted him. The skull was crashed, but no other sign of damage was visible. Scanning the ceilings, he realized it would be too dark to find anything easily. Debating whether or not to activate the light mounted on his head, he decided to do so for the moment. Advancing slowly towards the body, he swept his gaze over everything, waiting for a small sign of movement. If it came to blows, his sneak entrance into the library might be ruined.
The setting changes from Neopolis - Lower City to Neopolis - Upper City
Despite his frantic movements, Lekan could clearly see that he had managed to land a hit on the Genesior, ink covering part of her face and torso. He could also see that she didn't look too pleased that he had yet to be subdued. When she raised her weapon arms once more he knew that he had to make a move quickly, but he had moved too far out to retreat to whatever foxhole he had previously bolted from.
As the storm of plasma fire came closer, a large cloud of inky black smoke surrounded the Ondari's position just as he dropped down about a metre or so to avoid the incoming barrage. That little vanishing act bought him a few precious moments for Lekan to make his next move. There was nothing for it but to get close and personal now, as much as he hated the idea.
Lekan circled off to the Genesior's right, intending to try and flank her as he covered the last several metres. His plan, such as it was, was to try and restrain her so she wouldn't be able to fire at the crowds, and more importantly himself.
As the storm of plasma fire came closer, a large cloud of inky black smoke surrounded the Ondari's position just as he dropped down about a metre or so to avoid the incoming barrage. That little vanishing act bought him a few precious moments for Lekan to make his next move. There was nothing for it but to get close and personal now, as much as he hated the idea.
Lekan circled off to the Genesior's right, intending to try and flank her as he covered the last several metres. His plan, such as it was, was to try and restrain her so she wouldn't be able to fire at the crowds, and more importantly himself.
The setting changes from Neopolis - Upper City to Nebulon Under Forests
The Beastman shooks his head. "Oh, I don't mind at all. Go right ahead."
As they sit by the fire, they proceed to have some small talk.
"Ahahaha!", the girl let out a hearty laugh. "I'm actually here FOR the danger! I need to train myself as a warrior, you see? The name's Deunan! Deunan Knight, the famed interstellar rose!", she said, before exaggeratingly tilting her head, winking, and holding up a peace symbol with her right hand. Apparently one of Stratevaria's most famous singers is down here spending time with an elderly feline Beastman.
"Indeed.", the Beastman nods after she said that. "Name's Halcyon, and I'm here to train Deunan. Books and holographs can only do so much, and not as effectively as real field training.", he says with a gruff, mentorly tone.
"What about you?", Deunan asks eagerly, paying particular interest to his artificial arm. "Telll us about yourself!"
As they sit by the fire, they proceed to have some small talk.
"Ahahaha!", the girl let out a hearty laugh. "I'm actually here FOR the danger! I need to train myself as a warrior, you see? The name's Deunan! Deunan Knight, the famed interstellar rose!", she said, before exaggeratingly tilting her head, winking, and holding up a peace symbol with her right hand. Apparently one of Stratevaria's most famous singers is down here spending time with an elderly feline Beastman.
"Indeed.", the Beastman nods after she said that. "Name's Halcyon, and I'm here to train Deunan. Books and holographs can only do so much, and not as effectively as real field training.", he says with a gruff, mentorly tone.
"What about you?", Deunan asks eagerly, paying particular interest to his artificial arm. "Telll us about yourself!"
The setting changes from Nebulon Under Forests to Neopolis - Lower City
"Oohhhh, you can get way, WAY more than a ship!", Clockwork says, chuckling while walking alongside Keeton. "Galaxies' most infamous space pirate, eh? Hahahaha! You're going to have some tough competition, good luck with that buddy!", Clockwork says heartily, chuckling once again, causing his shoulders to move up and down. The Android's hand is firm and sure, as they shake hands. Clockwork pays particular attention to his glowing red eye, seemingly interested by the red glow.
"Library, eh? So that must be where the Dark S1de have their parties." Clockwork continues accompanying Keeton, shouldering his halberd. "I heard sunlight's good for your skin. Of course, I also hear it feels aweful in large quantities, so I suppose I should be glad I don't have any flesh."
Eventually, the two arrive at the suspicious-looking, burnt down library. The archaic and majestic structure would look rather out of place compared to the rest of the Lower City, were it not for its burnt down state. As the two keep walking, they happen to catch the eye of a Dark S1de grunt, carrying a large kinetic rifle.
"Hey!!", the grunt yells to them. "The hell are you two clowns doin' here?!"
Clockwork lets out a low chuckle, and turns to Keeton, letting him handle this the way he wants to.
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Sentinel and Byatis easily take care of the guards, the element of surprise on their side.
"Agh!! OGH! GAHHH!!!!" The thieves did not expect such a surprise attack. Multiple splashes can be heard, as bodies began falling. While Sentinel's disabling of his foes left no blood, Byatis' skull crushing lends a bit of red to the sewer water.
The sewer seems to go on forever. Occassionally, a dead rat or bum could be seen, but aside from those, only green muck and grime is in sight.
Eventually, as Sentinel and Byatis sneaks, they overhear a pair of guards talking.
"What's up?"
"There's a pair of weirdos outside, by the front door."
"Weirdos, huh? Nothing is too weird for the lower city..."
"Yeah....."
"...Man, I want some burgers and fries....."
"Library, eh? So that must be where the Dark S1de have their parties." Clockwork continues accompanying Keeton, shouldering his halberd. "I heard sunlight's good for your skin. Of course, I also hear it feels aweful in large quantities, so I suppose I should be glad I don't have any flesh."
Eventually, the two arrive at the suspicious-looking, burnt down library. The archaic and majestic structure would look rather out of place compared to the rest of the Lower City, were it not for its burnt down state. As the two keep walking, they happen to catch the eye of a Dark S1de grunt, carrying a large kinetic rifle.
"Hey!!", the grunt yells to them. "The hell are you two clowns doin' here?!"
Clockwork lets out a low chuckle, and turns to Keeton, letting him handle this the way he wants to.
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Sentinel and Byatis easily take care of the guards, the element of surprise on their side.
"Agh!! OGH! GAHHH!!!!" The thieves did not expect such a surprise attack. Multiple splashes can be heard, as bodies began falling. While Sentinel's disabling of his foes left no blood, Byatis' skull crushing lends a bit of red to the sewer water.
The sewer seems to go on forever. Occassionally, a dead rat or bum could be seen, but aside from those, only green muck and grime is in sight.
Eventually, as Sentinel and Byatis sneaks, they overhear a pair of guards talking.
"What's up?"
"There's a pair of weirdos outside, by the front door."
"Weirdos, huh? Nothing is too weird for the lower city..."
"Yeah....."
"...Man, I want some burgers and fries....."
The setting changes from Neopolis - Lower City to Neopolis - Upper City
The Genesior raises an eyebrow at the smokescreen, and stops her assault, before looking around.
To Lekan, it would seem like his flanking is successful. The Genesior hasn't noticed him yet...!
....Or so it seemed. That's when he notices, even though her back is turned...the eyes on the back of her hand and shoulders have noticed him.
Without looking at him with her main eyes, she raises her right arm cannon and shoots him point blank with a diffusing shot.
Below, as Lekan and the Genesior have their dogfight, the people of Nebulon charges into the orbital elevator entrance, seeing their chance. The skymobile police corps can only stare, baffled and exhausted.
"...Screw this, I'm outta here."
To Lekan, it would seem like his flanking is successful. The Genesior hasn't noticed him yet...!
....Or so it seemed. That's when he notices, even though her back is turned...the eyes on the back of her hand and shoulders have noticed him.
Without looking at him with her main eyes, she raises her right arm cannon and shoots him point blank with a diffusing shot.
Below, as Lekan and the Genesior have their dogfight, the people of Nebulon charges into the orbital elevator entrance, seeing their chance. The skymobile police corps can only stare, baffled and exhausted.
"...Screw this, I'm outta here."
The two enter Mosa's restaurant. Colt immediately walks over to one of the tables, pulls down a chair and sits. Preston glances over at Colt, and then clears his throat. "You sent him out? How long ago was that?" Preston said, his voice sounding concerned. "We came over to see what you and James felt on the situation, and what we should do."
The setting changes from Neopolis - Upper City to Neopolis - Lower City
Now seemed like a good a time as any to reveal himself. Sort of. The synthetic was right under him, and alert. Byatis let out a playful chuckle as he crawled along the ceiling a bit to be a little ways behind the synthetic. "Khekhekhekhe, no need to worry! I believe our goals are the same. Get to the elevator. Confront GEHENNA. The works" Byatis dropped from the ceiling and stood in the water below, though all Sentinel could see was two rather large holes in the flow of the sewer water. "I won't bite, I promise, kehkheh... though if I reveal myself, you'd probably shoot me. So for now, just call me your guardian angel" Byatis said, happily. "You synthetic weirdo" He then muttered under his breath.
They two then heard more guards up ahead talking about a commotion at the front of the library. "Looks like some dinguses gave us a distraction." Byatis continued, contorting his face in reluctance at his next sentence. "So, I believe we should cooperate...for now." Byatis mulled it over in his mind but it must look funny that Sentinel was looking and talking to nothing.
They two then heard more guards up ahead talking about a commotion at the front of the library. "Looks like some dinguses gave us a distraction." Byatis continued, contorting his face in reluctance at his next sentence. "So, I believe we should cooperate...for now." Byatis mulled it over in his mind but it must look funny that Sentinel was looking and talking to nothing.
As Byatis dropped from the ceiling, energy surged through his systems again. While not nearly as bad as what had happened in the marketplace above ground, it nevertheless required him to concentrate on keeping himself stable. Listening to Byatis speak, he determined that it must be some sort of magical being, otherwise he would not have been reacting like this. Barely catching the mutter, Sentinel passed it through his processes and clarified. Filing away the statement as a possible threat, he decided to work with Byatis as long as it would benefit him.
"Agreed. As you are able to conceal yourself, it would be logical that you proceed ahead and find a route to the center. If we can locate the informant who knows the location of the elevator, we can proceed to GEHENNA. It would be beneficial to recruit any we find along the way to reduce risks to ourselves and to increase our chances. But yes, we will cooperate. For now, as you said," he stated. As his voice was monotonous, it would be impossible for Byatis to determine anything from inflection, allowing him to hide intentions. He hadn't missed the pause in Byatis's speech. Hopefully this creature would not create problems for him later.
"Let us proceed."
"Agreed. As you are able to conceal yourself, it would be logical that you proceed ahead and find a route to the center. If we can locate the informant who knows the location of the elevator, we can proceed to GEHENNA. It would be beneficial to recruit any we find along the way to reduce risks to ourselves and to increase our chances. But yes, we will cooperate. For now, as you said," he stated. As his voice was monotonous, it would be impossible for Byatis to determine anything from inflection, allowing him to hide intentions. He hadn't missed the pause in Byatis's speech. Hopefully this creature would not create problems for him later.
"Let us proceed."
The setting changes from Neopolis - Lower City to Nebulon Under Forests
"oh i'm just a freelancer, lost my arm in the war thanks to an attack on the lab i worked, got throw around and something fell on my arm, so now i have this handy tool" Daniel told them and toss the cigarette pack in the fire "i'm down here to collect some samples again for a lab, not that i mind these plants and animals, the thugs and such are a dozzie compared to those and don't touch or even sniff the vials, most of them are toxic and can be lethal" gelon said and stretch "i was just heading back to the orbital elevator to get my paycheck and a component to finish a upgrade to my arm, then i can finally use the tesla coil without being shocked, stupid second hand sellers" the last part he said softly
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Lekan only realised too late that there were yet more eyes on the Genesior's back, and paid the price for it. Thankfully, she was still using non-lethal ammunition, so at least he was merely knocked back and fairly winded instead of being severely wounded. Certainly a better thing than dying horribly.
Still, he had to work around the fact that she had some short range weapons too. He fired another couple of ink shots at her and moved closer once more, wary of those weapon arms of hers. After reclaiming the distance that he'd lost from that knockback, Lekan lunged for the Genesior. His intent was to restrain her, or at the very least disorient her. Beyond that, however, he was starting to run out of bright ideas...
Still, he had to work around the fact that she had some short range weapons too. He fired another couple of ink shots at her and moved closer once more, wary of those weapon arms of hers. After reclaiming the distance that he'd lost from that knockback, Lekan lunged for the Genesior. His intent was to restrain her, or at the very least disorient her. Beyond that, however, he was starting to run out of bright ideas...
The setting changes from Neopolis - Upper City to Nebulon Under Forests
The two foresters listen, with Deunan nodding eagerly all the way through.
"Sounds like you're quite the experienced adventurer....", Halcyon says, stroking his chin.
"That's why I ALWAYS buy my weapons from reputable people!", Deunan comments playfully.
A brief pause. Deunan looks over Gelon for a few seconds, then stands up.
"Hey! I have an idea! Why don't we spar?", she asks, with a big smile on her face, and her hands behind her back. "Your arm....." she reaches for something.
"..Against my beam charger!", and she whips out her beam charger, a weapon vaguely shaped like a cutlass hilt...which emits a long, bright pink beam. A laser sword....quite an expensive and exquisite weapon.
Halcyon raises his left eyebrow, and looks at Gelon.
"Sounds like you're quite the experienced adventurer....", Halcyon says, stroking his chin.
"That's why I ALWAYS buy my weapons from reputable people!", Deunan comments playfully.
A brief pause. Deunan looks over Gelon for a few seconds, then stands up.
"Hey! I have an idea! Why don't we spar?", she asks, with a big smile on her face, and her hands behind her back. "Your arm....." she reaches for something.
"..Against my beam charger!", and she whips out her beam charger, a weapon vaguely shaped like a cutlass hilt...which emits a long, bright pink beam. A laser sword....quite an expensive and exquisite weapon.
Halcyon raises his left eyebrow, and looks at Gelon.
"how about you first get better before challenging me cause if I spare I don't go easy and my weaponry is devastating, you know trees down hear are as strong as steel right?" Gelon asked and walk to one and grab a low hanging branch and let his arm form to his KE sword "I can cut through I like it's butter" he said and cut the branch of with one swing "so still want to spare with me?" Gelon asked and sit down by the fire
Halcyon and Deunan watches, with Halcyon remaining silent, and Deunan letting out a whistle.
She looks down to think...but only for a second or two, and turns to face him with a certain smirk.
"There's no time better than the present!", and with that, Deunan firmly places both feet on the ground, and moves them close to each other, before holding out her blade forward and slightly arching her back. With that stance, her long thin blade, and her decorative outfit, she looks like a classical fencer.
"En Garde!"
She looks down to think...but only for a second or two, and turns to face him with a certain smirk.
"There's no time better than the present!", and with that, Deunan firmly places both feet on the ground, and moves them close to each other, before holding out her blade forward and slightly arching her back. With that stance, her long thin blade, and her decorative outfit, she looks like a classical fencer.
"En Garde!"
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Mosa walks over to the two, rubbing his two hands together. He walks pass Colt, heading to the kitchen. "Ohh? Right, right! You be talking about GEHENNA, yes?"
Some creaking and clanking noises ensues. A few seconds later, Mosa comes out with a large bottle of Veradoxian Valkjan; a kind of Beastmen hard liquor with an incredibly strong smell that already stings their noses the moment Mosa brought it out of the cupboard.
"Mosa....think this is good, actually...verryyy good.", Mosa proclaims, grabbing three shotglasses as he makes his way to Colt's table. He pulls a chair, and sits down. Even for a Beastmen, he is huge and heavy, and the high grade chairs creak under his weight. His enormous size is particularly noticeable next to the short Colt.
He pours the hard liquor into Colt's glass, then to one near Preston, giving him an inviting glance as he does. "Think of it this way... big bad monster equals big bad fame, big bad fame equals big bad BUSINESS!!!", Mosa exaggeratedly pumps his fist as he emphasized the 'business' part, accidentally crushing the hard liquor bottle, and dirtying his apron, causing him to scowl.
He stands up, preparing to wash his hands...and probably get another Valkjan bottle. "So, here be Mosa's idea: Four of us go to Megido and kick GEHENNA's ass." The way he says it, it's as if he's telling them to fetch the laundry, or something equally casual.
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The Genesior dodges Lekan's shot repeatedly, every shot she dodges, she creates more distance between the two. She also begins countering with her own concussive blasts, but both the Genesior and Lekan are equally fast and agile in the air. An inkshot eventually hits her on her left arm cannon, stinging and startling her, and another hits her on the abdomen, where many of her eyes were.
As a results, she was successfully tackled by Lekan, both of them propelled into a building, cracking a window and creating quite a loud noise. Her head disoriented and her vision blurred, the Genesior begins firing plasma blasts with reckless abandon, with Lekan still on top of her. All of the shots miss him.
The people below panic and dives away, dodging her concussive blasts as a car is flipped over and thrown into another building. Many many holes erupt in the streets, a bum can be seen stealing a panicked man's wallet from his trouser pockets, and the Genesior continues squirming in the Ondari's grip.
...However, Lekan catches sight of a warning sign: the eyes all over her body. They're slowly glowing.
Some creaking and clanking noises ensues. A few seconds later, Mosa comes out with a large bottle of Veradoxian Valkjan; a kind of Beastmen hard liquor with an incredibly strong smell that already stings their noses the moment Mosa brought it out of the cupboard.
"Mosa....think this is good, actually...verryyy good.", Mosa proclaims, grabbing three shotglasses as he makes his way to Colt's table. He pulls a chair, and sits down. Even for a Beastmen, he is huge and heavy, and the high grade chairs creak under his weight. His enormous size is particularly noticeable next to the short Colt.
He pours the hard liquor into Colt's glass, then to one near Preston, giving him an inviting glance as he does. "Think of it this way... big bad monster equals big bad fame, big bad fame equals big bad BUSINESS!!!", Mosa exaggeratedly pumps his fist as he emphasized the 'business' part, accidentally crushing the hard liquor bottle, and dirtying his apron, causing him to scowl.
He stands up, preparing to wash his hands...and probably get another Valkjan bottle. "So, here be Mosa's idea: Four of us go to Megido and kick GEHENNA's ass." The way he says it, it's as if he's telling them to fetch the laundry, or something equally casual.
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The Genesior dodges Lekan's shot repeatedly, every shot she dodges, she creates more distance between the two. She also begins countering with her own concussive blasts, but both the Genesior and Lekan are equally fast and agile in the air. An inkshot eventually hits her on her left arm cannon, stinging and startling her, and another hits her on the abdomen, where many of her eyes were.
As a results, she was successfully tackled by Lekan, both of them propelled into a building, cracking a window and creating quite a loud noise. Her head disoriented and her vision blurred, the Genesior begins firing plasma blasts with reckless abandon, with Lekan still on top of her. All of the shots miss him.
The people below panic and dives away, dodging her concussive blasts as a car is flipped over and thrown into another building. Many many holes erupt in the streets, a bum can be seen stealing a panicked man's wallet from his trouser pockets, and the Genesior continues squirming in the Ondari's grip.
...However, Lekan catches sight of a warning sign: the eyes all over her body. They're slowly glowing.
The setting changes from Neopolis - Upper City to Neopolis - Lower City
One guards lie in the rubble, One hole singed through the middle of his forehead. Keeton sheathes his modded hand-cannon, a black paint job with white jolly rogers placed on either side. Keeton takes another drink of his flask, which is still in his hand from the previous voyage. "That chump had it coming." Keeton descends down the steps into the shambles of the building with his android partner. Keeton quickly draws his cutlass, and turns a switch at the hilt causing the blade to erupt with electrical energy coursing through it. "Someone has been here, in fact I'd say maybe two." Keeton says eying the open grate, then looking down at the footprints in the soot. A normal boot shaped footprint, and a much more exotic one, perhaps belonging to a beast man. "I really hope that spear does a lot more then look cool, cause we have company." Keeton downs the entire flask and places it back into his pocket. He jumps down into the sewers screaming "HONEY I'M HOME!"
Clocwork strokes his sharp chin, witnessing Keeton's handywork in the form of the dead guard, then sees his custom handgun, and whistles. "Niiice...very nice...quite accurate in spite of the booze, aren't you? hehehe." He then follows Keeton as they walk away from the front door, and into the open grate. He looks at the foot prints, and then notices the unconcious bodies and the one bloodied corpse nearby. "Indeed. Strong company too, from the looks of it." Clockwork jumps down twirls his chainsaw halberd, and it automatically lets out a violent, revving, unsubtle noise, which echoes through the sewers, and complements Keeton's scream.
"I'm not much for sneaking anyways~" Clockwork then taps the walls of the sewers with his shrieking chainsaw, as a taunt, a challenge, an announcement......and just for the hell of it.
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"Huh? Did you hear a gunshot?"
"Let's check it out!"
The two guards suddenly left their post, and proceeded to leave Byatis and Sentinel's earshot.
A couple of seconds later, Keeton's scream echoes through the sewers, alongside the revving of a chainsaw type weapon.
Looks like someone just blew away all their chances at subtlety.
Upstairs, they can hear rushing footsteps and the barking of orders. The Dark S1de are on full alert. They have not realized where the sound came from yet, but it's only a matter of time. Strange mechanical noises can be heard above ground....something heavy....and powerful. The exit above shouldn't be too far for the two of them.
"I'm not much for sneaking anyways~" Clockwork then taps the walls of the sewers with his shrieking chainsaw, as a taunt, a challenge, an announcement......and just for the hell of it.
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"Huh? Did you hear a gunshot?"
"Let's check it out!"
The two guards suddenly left their post, and proceeded to leave Byatis and Sentinel's earshot.
A couple of seconds later, Keeton's scream echoes through the sewers, alongside the revving of a chainsaw type weapon.
Looks like someone just blew away all their chances at subtlety.
Upstairs, they can hear rushing footsteps and the barking of orders. The Dark S1de are on full alert. They have not realized where the sound came from yet, but it's only a matter of time. Strange mechanical noises can be heard above ground....something heavy....and powerful. The exit above shouldn't be too far for the two of them.
Byatis was about to crawl ahead, suspicious of the synthetic as he normally would until he heard a gunshot from above. His invisible body shuddered once he heard splashes in the distance behind them and....yelling. Byatis could smell the scent of gin even over the sewer filth. And was that the sound of a chainsaw?! Byatis let out an unnatural growl. "Cover's been blown.....khkehkehkehkheee...for you. They still can't see me." Byatis crawled up onto the ceiling once more. "I'll cover your man-made posterior if those morons come along looking for a fight." With that, Byatis turned to look ahead of them. He can hear the splashes of several guards heading this way. He grumbled once more.
Not that Sentinel could se but Byatis was looking straight at him from the ceiling. Obviously forcing himself, he asks " What is your name, synthetic? It better not be a series of letters or numbers, I hate that."
Not that Sentinel could se but Byatis was looking straight at him from the ceiling. Obviously forcing himself, he asks " What is your name, synthetic? It better not be a series of letters or numbers, I hate that."
The setting changes from Neopolis - Lower City to Nebulon Under Forests
"okay never say I didn't warn you and if your weapon breaks it's your own fault" gelon said and switch his arm to normal but it was just a bit different "go ahead impress this old man" he said and just stood their casually "and don't hold back"
The setting changes from Nebulon Under Forests to Neopolis - Lower City
A shot almost takes off the foot of the creature attached to the ceiling. Keeton and Clockwork approach the group with only the light from Keeton's electronic eye, and the pulsing energy of his sword. "You must be the one leaving your footprints outside. Not a very good plan if you ask me." Keeton closes his left eye and surveys the area, eventually fixing his gaze right above sentinel. Well shiver me timbers, clockwork, this little guy thinks he's clever going invisible like that. Too bad my right eye here sees in infra-red." Keeton grins widely at the creature and the sentinel life form. He fires another warning shot towards the two.
"Look let's not make this harder then it needs to be. You are going to empty your pockets, and tell us everything you know about Gehenna and the orbital elevator. Or we are going cut you up and leave you to rust and decompose in the filth of the sewers."
"Look let's not make this harder then it needs to be. You are going to empty your pockets, and tell us everything you know about Gehenna and the orbital elevator. Or we are going cut you up and leave you to rust and decompose in the filth of the sewers."
Clockwork takes a look at the creature as it fell from Keeton's blast. He looks at the corpse for a few seconds, and then moves on. "So many vermin down here. Can't imagine how organics live with the smell."
A few walks later, and the two finds Sentinel. He shoulders his chainsaw halberd still, and greets the robot in a friendly manner. "Fine tidings, Fellow synthetic!" His tone is rather flamboyant and eccentric, seems like his creators tried a bit too hard to make him sound "human". Even though his words and tone are friendly, one can see subtle changes in his stance, showing him to be quite on guard.
"Invisible? Where?", Clockwork looks at Keeton, then to the ceiling where he looked at. He can't seem to spot Byatis, though.
Clockwork remains calm after Keeton fires his warning shot, and even laughs. "HAHA! What he said!-"...until he processed just what Keeton was saying.
"Wait." He pauses.
He glances to Keeton, and whispers semi-playfully, semi-nervously. "...K2, you're drunk. Go home."
He is not entirely sure this is the best course of action. In fact, he is sure this is one of the worst. They are confronting a heavily armed synthetic...which, judging by his dull colors, are Dagojouiisian. And Dagojouiisian synthetics are not to be trifled with; built for war and with emphasis on overwhelming power....and another enemy which Clockwork can't see. Still, Keeton's bold threats highly amuses him, and he can't help but be impressed by his....bravery.
A few walks later, and the two finds Sentinel. He shoulders his chainsaw halberd still, and greets the robot in a friendly manner. "Fine tidings, Fellow synthetic!" His tone is rather flamboyant and eccentric, seems like his creators tried a bit too hard to make him sound "human". Even though his words and tone are friendly, one can see subtle changes in his stance, showing him to be quite on guard.
"Invisible? Where?", Clockwork looks at Keeton, then to the ceiling where he looked at. He can't seem to spot Byatis, though.
Clockwork remains calm after Keeton fires his warning shot, and even laughs. "HAHA! What he said!-"...until he processed just what Keeton was saying.
"Wait." He pauses.
He glances to Keeton, and whispers semi-playfully, semi-nervously. "...K2, you're drunk. Go home."
He is not entirely sure this is the best course of action. In fact, he is sure this is one of the worst. They are confronting a heavily armed synthetic...which, judging by his dull colors, are Dagojouiisian. And Dagojouiisian synthetics are not to be trifled with; built for war and with emphasis on overwhelming power....and another enemy which Clockwork can't see. Still, Keeton's bold threats highly amuses him, and he can't help but be impressed by his....bravery.
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"Hmmm~!", Deunan furrows her eyebrows. "With pleasure!"
With a step and a dash, Deunan looks as if she's about to strike him on the chest....
...However, she changes her footing at the last second, making that movement a feint, and dodges to the right. "Just kidding!", before thrusting repeatedly at Gelon's right side.
One. Two. Three. Fourfivesixseveneight.
Rapid. Quick. Graceful.
With a step and a dash, Deunan looks as if she's about to strike him on the chest....
...However, she changes her footing at the last second, making that movement a feint, and dodges to the right. "Just kidding!", before thrusting repeatedly at Gelon's right side.
One. Two. Three. Fourfivesixseveneight.
Rapid. Quick. Graceful.
The setting changes from Nebulon Under Forests to Neopolis - Upper City
Lekan was, suffice to say, not having a particularly good day. First, a demonic entity shows up on the galaxy's doorstep with the intent to destroy all life. Next, the orbital elevator he was trying to reach had been blocked off by the skymobile police corps. As if things couldn't get any worse, he had been repeatedly shot at, there were explosions all around, and he had nowhere to run and hide.
At this point his mind had more or less given itself up to terror now, and whatever finesse and fine coordination he had earlier in the fight had been thrown out the window. As the frightened squid held on for dear life, he noticed that the eyes covering the Genesior's body started glowing and giving off a bit of heat. Although rational thought was out to lunch, instinct told Lekan that this was a vaguely bad thing.
Attempting to shift himself over to where there weren't quite as many eyes on the Genesior's body, Lekan started trying to poke, prod or bludgeon them with whatever arms he could spare.
At this point his mind had more or less given itself up to terror now, and whatever finesse and fine coordination he had earlier in the fight had been thrown out the window. As the frightened squid held on for dear life, he noticed that the eyes covering the Genesior's body started glowing and giving off a bit of heat. Although rational thought was out to lunch, instinct told Lekan that this was a vaguely bad thing.
Attempting to shift himself over to where there weren't quite as many eyes on the Genesior's body, Lekan started trying to poke, prod or bludgeon them with whatever arms he could spare.
The setting changes from Neopolis - Upper City to Nebulon Under Forests
Gelon watches her moves closely as he defends himself with his robotic arm with each strike she deals "9, 10 didn't pay attention" he said and lock the blade in a gap in the arm and disarm her "11, 12 I could end your life" he said as he held his robotic hand in front of her face with spikes just a few inches from her face "like I said train before you challenge me" he said and pull the saber from his arm "you might have spared but in a real fight no one will keep to the rules and use what they can, I also could have drained your sword bit by bit as you strike me leaving you defenseless and open..." Gelon said and shot a bug that was vein that was proaching her straight past her face "...to attack, we need to move the forest knows where we are" he said and gave Deunan her sword back
The setting changes from Nebulon Under Forests to Neopolis - Lower City
Sentinel looked up towards where the voice had come from. Such a strange creature it was. Yet quite like him. Opportunistic. Yes, maybe this wouldn't be such a bad thing after all. "My name, if it pleases you, is Sentinel," he said, bowing. "I quite resent my original markings, for it reminds me of what happened to me a time ago."
As he was finishing, steps came from behind him, and he turned around and was greeted by a strange sight: a seemingly drunk pirate and a synthetic with a chain halberd. Perplexed, he offered a bow to Clockwork. Straightening, he begins to raise a plasma cannon but decides against it. "We are simply working to reach GEHENNA, just as you are. It would only be beneficial to all if we worked together to defeat such a seemingly powerful entity. So lower your weapon so we may continue with out mission."
As he was finishing, steps came from behind him, and he turned around and was greeted by a strange sight: a seemingly drunk pirate and a synthetic with a chain halberd. Perplexed, he offered a bow to Clockwork. Straightening, he begins to raise a plasma cannon but decides against it. "We are simply working to reach GEHENNA, just as you are. It would only be beneficial to all if we worked together to defeat such a seemingly powerful entity. So lower your weapon so we may continue with out mission."
The setting changes from Neopolis - Lower City to Neopolis - Upper City
Preston and Colt watch as Mosa disappears and reappears with what seems to be a bottle of liquor. "Yea, GEHENNA." Preston said. "What do- oh God, Mosa. What the hell is in that? Mustard gas? " Preston covers his nose and coughs, just as Mosa sat down and poured the liquor into three shot glasses. Colt picked up his shot, sniffed it and smiled. Preston grabbed a napkin and cleared out his nose, stuffing it inside his pocket and clearing his throat, picking up the shot glass as well. Whatever it was, it burned, and probably tasted the part. Preston preferred tequila, even though that was strong in itself, it had a clean and slightly sweet taste that this liquid death, from what he could guess, lacked. But he didn't complain. Not with words, at least.
The two sat and listened as Mosa explained his plan, and then smashed the bottle. As Mosa got up, Preston looked down at the dark liquor. Colt sniffs his drink again. "Do you think if I poured this on someones eye, it would melt? Fuck, you could probably light this shit on fire..." Colt mused. Preston was about to answer, but Mosa's arrival at the table with another bottle halted his tongue. Mosa finished telling the two the plan of action. Colt glared at Mosa, and Preston remained silent, as in though, then spoke. "It's worth a shot. I'm in." Colt however, didn't answer.
The two sat and listened as Mosa explained his plan, and then smashed the bottle. As Mosa got up, Preston looked down at the dark liquor. Colt sniffs his drink again. "Do you think if I poured this on someones eye, it would melt? Fuck, you could probably light this shit on fire..." Colt mused. Preston was about to answer, but Mosa's arrival at the table with another bottle halted his tongue. Mosa finished telling the two the plan of action. Colt glared at Mosa, and Preston remained silent, as in though, then spoke. "It's worth a shot. I'm in." Colt however, didn't answer.
The setting changes from Neopolis - Upper City to Neopolis - Lower City
Byatis chuckled to himself as Keeton shot the rat from the ceiling. As the clearly drunken man called out to Sentinel, Byatis climbed a bit so that he was behind the new duo, while Sentinel was in front. He took note of this man's eye, the cutlass, and the hand cannon. Byatis figured that stealth now was out the window, and finally reveals himself to the ones present. There, behind Clockwork and Keeton stood a 9 foot tall monstrosity of a creature. He has slimy black skin with several dark colours of exoskeleton. His mane was full of writhing tentacles all of which led up to a face with a glowering six eyes, and mouth. Byatis's claws and talons even looked sharp to the touch. And, extended long behind him was a bony, spinal-like tail with a gruesome pincer appendage at the end. This thing, Byatis, was clearly not from any known planet in the Stratevarian galaxy. Byatis looked down at the duo, and Sentinel.
Khhehehe.." he chuckled, " I would listen to your...synthetic...friend! Picking fights in the Lower City is a really bad idea!" Byatis speaks in an oddly jolly tone, contrasting his horrific appearance. "And the other...synthetic... is right! Khehehe, we just want to fight GEHENNA as much as you do." Byatis smiled wider. "And trust me, GEHENNA's a colossal asshole!" Byatis finished talking, looking like he's holding in a bit of laughter.
Khhehehe.." he chuckled, " I would listen to your...synthetic...friend! Picking fights in the Lower City is a really bad idea!" Byatis speaks in an oddly jolly tone, contrasting his horrific appearance. "And the other...synthetic... is right! Khehehe, we just want to fight GEHENNA as much as you do." Byatis smiled wider. "And trust me, GEHENNA's a colossal asshole!" Byatis finished talking, looking like he's holding in a bit of laughter.
Keeton looks back in disgust. "Holy shit, that is a face only a mother could love. I've seen a lot of disgusting things, but you take the cake." Keeton aims his hand cannon at the creature's face. "However you are organic, and I could end your life before you could ever get the chance to devour me. I might be a drunk but you do not want to fuck with me monster."
Keeton withdraws his weapon and sheathes his blade after deactivating it. "So boys what you probably don't know is we don't have time for you guys to get your ass kicked by me and my partner here." Keeton motions a finger towards the ceiling. Motion and orders can be heard from the surface. "Dead s1de is coming for us and whatever is up there is not going to take very kindly to us being down here, killing their goons." A guard runs across the room and aims it's rifle at sentinel's blind side. Keeton, without looking towards the guard, aims his cannon and lands a direct hit into the heart of his victim. "So I guess a temporary alliance is in order if that's ok with you clockwork?"
Keeton extends his hand towards sentinel. "what do you say robot?"
Keeton withdraws his weapon and sheathes his blade after deactivating it. "So boys what you probably don't know is we don't have time for you guys to get your ass kicked by me and my partner here." Keeton motions a finger towards the ceiling. Motion and orders can be heard from the surface. "Dead s1de is coming for us and whatever is up there is not going to take very kindly to us being down here, killing their goons." A guard runs across the room and aims it's rifle at sentinel's blind side. Keeton, without looking towards the guard, aims his cannon and lands a direct hit into the heart of his victim. "So I guess a temporary alliance is in order if that's ok with you clockwork?"
Keeton extends his hand towards sentinel. "what do you say robot?"
The setting changes from Neopolis - Lower City to Neopolis - Upper City
"?!"
The Genesior visibly flinches at this choice of tactics. As Lekan strikes away at all her eyes, odd, beeping noises occur. She was about to release a full, concentrated blast through the floral pattern on her chest, but somehow...a combination of Lekan's ink and his prodding disrupts her focus, and she ends up blasting plasma beams from all of those eyes.
Lekan would've been thrown far and away from this attack. However, the disorganized, unfocused beams, coupled with the vice grip of his tentacles, means that Quin simply launches herself -and Lekan on top of her- from the building like a malfunctioning rocket. The bulletproof windows of the building shatters behind them, and tiny yellow particles trail behind the two, as they are hurled through the air with great speed, feeling the cold wind of Nebulon.
Below, the people of Nebulon praises their squid-like savior, and charges into the Orbital Elevator without restriction, towards their freedom. Quin, meanwhile, has a completely stoic and frozen expression a they are propelled through the air.
....As they keep flying and flying, Lekan catches sight of a strange building below....a strange building with a sign bearing a disturbing looking representation of a crocodillian head... and they are slowly plummeting towards that building...
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"Hahaha!! the Valkjan would make effective firebombs, yah!" Mosa proclaims, sitting down again, and pouring into his own shotglass. "Trust Mosa...I should know", and his face settles back into his natural crocodillian smile.
Mosa waits for the two to process what he said, sipping from his shotglass as he does.
"HAHAHAHAHA!", Mosa laughs boisterously and nods approvingly at Preston's comment...but then turns to Colt, still awaiting his response. However, before Colt could even answer, they hear a loud crash from above.....
....And a new skylight has been added to the restaurant, from which a strange squid and a bug-like woman falls - or rather, crashes - through. The two then obliterates another table on impact, causing dust and wooden splinters to be hurled into the air.Mosa looks on, speechless.
After a while, waiting for the smoke to clear, he finally finds his words, and simply says, quietly; "...I just cleaned that table...."
The Genesior visibly flinches at this choice of tactics. As Lekan strikes away at all her eyes, odd, beeping noises occur. She was about to release a full, concentrated blast through the floral pattern on her chest, but somehow...a combination of Lekan's ink and his prodding disrupts her focus, and she ends up blasting plasma beams from all of those eyes.
Lekan would've been thrown far and away from this attack. However, the disorganized, unfocused beams, coupled with the vice grip of his tentacles, means that Quin simply launches herself -and Lekan on top of her- from the building like a malfunctioning rocket. The bulletproof windows of the building shatters behind them, and tiny yellow particles trail behind the two, as they are hurled through the air with great speed, feeling the cold wind of Nebulon.
Below, the people of Nebulon praises their squid-like savior, and charges into the Orbital Elevator without restriction, towards their freedom. Quin, meanwhile, has a completely stoic and frozen expression a they are propelled through the air.
....As they keep flying and flying, Lekan catches sight of a strange building below....a strange building with a sign bearing a disturbing looking representation of a crocodillian head... and they are slowly plummeting towards that building...
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"Hahaha!! the Valkjan would make effective firebombs, yah!" Mosa proclaims, sitting down again, and pouring into his own shotglass. "Trust Mosa...I should know", and his face settles back into his natural crocodillian smile.
Mosa waits for the two to process what he said, sipping from his shotglass as he does.
"HAHAHAHAHA!", Mosa laughs boisterously and nods approvingly at Preston's comment...but then turns to Colt, still awaiting his response. However, before Colt could even answer, they hear a loud crash from above.....
....And a new skylight has been added to the restaurant, from which a strange squid and a bug-like woman falls - or rather, crashes - through. The two then obliterates another table on impact, causing dust and wooden splinters to be hurled into the air.Mosa looks on, speechless.
After a while, waiting for the smoke to clear, he finally finds his words, and simply says, quietly; "...I just cleaned that table...."
The setting changes from Neopolis - Upper City to Nebulon Under Forests
Gelon successfully catches the beam blade in his grip. However, before he can do anything else, it seems like Deunan already saw this coming, as the beam blade loses its straight shape, and turns into a long, glowing whip- one that coils around Gelon's whole body.
"Hah! You're not gonna dismiss me so easily!", Deunan claims. And with her beam whip, Deunan slams him over her head to the left, causing a loud thud and for Gelon to hit his back on the grass. Then, she pulls the whip up, with Gelon still in her grip, and slams him over her head to the right, causing him to faceplant on the grass. Picking up speed, she pulls again, and continues to slam three more times - left! right! left!
With the last slam, Gelon is released from the whip's grip and bounces off the ground, upon which Deunan delivers a flying kick. sending him towards one of the giant trees.
"Yes! magnifique"
"Hah! You're not gonna dismiss me so easily!", Deunan claims. And with her beam whip, Deunan slams him over her head to the left, causing a loud thud and for Gelon to hit his back on the grass. Then, she pulls the whip up, with Gelon still in her grip, and slams him over her head to the right, causing him to faceplant on the grass. Picking up speed, she pulls again, and continues to slam three more times - left! right! left!
With the last slam, Gelon is released from the whip's grip and bounces off the ground, upon which Deunan delivers a flying kick. sending him towards one of the giant trees.
"Yes! magnifique"
The setting changes from Nebulon Under Forests to Neopolis - Lower City
Clockwork looks up slowly, scanning Byatis' entire size. "....You are one huge......thing.", he proclaims, unable to find better ways to express himself at the moment. He feels very strange...incapable of figuring out Byatis' genetic structure. That's no Beastmen....and it's too organic to be a synthetic...and he's definitely not human. Clockwork looks more human than he is, and he has pointy chin. There is only one word to describe him.....abomination.
Clockwork turns to Keeton, listening to him speak. "That seems like an agreeable course of action." He doesn't like what he's hearing above....
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Above, in the libraries. The Dark S1de thugs run around, wearing casual leather jackets and styling their hair like greasers from a world and a time long gone. They are aware that they have a group of aggressors incoming, and are prepared to defend their orbital elevator. Carrying around looted and outdated Galactic War era rifles, pistols, and vibro knives, they should just be mere cannon fodders for the four intruders.
On a control room overlooking the library, through a bulletproof window, a woman stands, with her hands on a large control panel, grimacing. At first, she appears to be a human with long black hair, blue, dull-looking eyes, and a simple light blue cardigan with a long, dark blue skirt. On closer inspection, her glowing eyes and the tentacles on the side of her head marks her as an Ishkavi using a human host.
One of the Dark S1de thugs approach her. "Megahertz! We've got intruders! They took out many of our men already! What should we do?!"
Megahertz narrows her eyes, and poutily replies, in a deep, nasally, oddly mature and highly expressive voice. "Geeze, this is what happens when nobody can keep their mouth shut. This is supposed to be a secret Orbital Elevator. Seeee-cret. Y'know? As in, only WE should know. Damn it."
The Dark S1de thug blinks twice, unsure of what to say.
She lets out a long, exaggerated sigh. "I'll break out the museum pieces, while you guys hold them off. Gimme a minute. Nobody's stealin' MY orbital elevator!", she says, and punches the control panel. The Dark S1de thug nods, and runs away to join his comrades. A loud alarm begins blaring in the library, audible even in the sewers.
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Meanwhile, Nef's apartment. As he prepares himself to leave, a knocking can he heard outside his door. It's only been five minutes or so since GEHENNA did his transmission. Who in the world could it be?
Clockwork turns to Keeton, listening to him speak. "That seems like an agreeable course of action." He doesn't like what he's hearing above....
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Above, in the libraries. The Dark S1de thugs run around, wearing casual leather jackets and styling their hair like greasers from a world and a time long gone. They are aware that they have a group of aggressors incoming, and are prepared to defend their orbital elevator. Carrying around looted and outdated Galactic War era rifles, pistols, and vibro knives, they should just be mere cannon fodders for the four intruders.
On a control room overlooking the library, through a bulletproof window, a woman stands, with her hands on a large control panel, grimacing. At first, she appears to be a human with long black hair, blue, dull-looking eyes, and a simple light blue cardigan with a long, dark blue skirt. On closer inspection, her glowing eyes and the tentacles on the side of her head marks her as an Ishkavi using a human host.
One of the Dark S1de thugs approach her. "Megahertz! We've got intruders! They took out many of our men already! What should we do?!"
Megahertz narrows her eyes, and poutily replies, in a deep, nasally, oddly mature and highly expressive voice. "Geeze, this is what happens when nobody can keep their mouth shut. This is supposed to be a secret Orbital Elevator. Seeee-cret. Y'know? As in, only WE should know. Damn it."
The Dark S1de thug blinks twice, unsure of what to say.
She lets out a long, exaggerated sigh. "I'll break out the museum pieces, while you guys hold them off. Gimme a minute. Nobody's stealin' MY orbital elevator!", she says, and punches the control panel. The Dark S1de thug nods, and runs away to join his comrades. A loud alarm begins blaring in the library, audible even in the sewers.
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Meanwhile, Nef's apartment. As he prepares himself to leave, a knocking can he heard outside his door. It's only been five minutes or so since GEHENNA did his transmission. Who in the world could it be?
The setting changes from Neopolis - Lower City to Nebulon Under Forests
Gelon grabs the tree and watch Deunan "quite the trick you got there, but if you play it that way, it's fine by me" he said and drop to the ground and grab some dirt then he run up to Deunan but on the last moment it looked like he tripped but actually shit a small paralazing ddart and throw the dirt at her.
if the dart were to hit she couldn't move giving the more obvious dirt the time to hit her and temoraraly blind her
if the dart were to hit she couldn't move giving the more obvious dirt the time to hit her and temoraraly blind her
"Well! You did tell me not to hold back, old man!", Deunan claims, taking a step back and reforming her beam whip into its sword form. When Gelon appeared to have tripped, Deunan swings her sword down.... "GOT YOU!"
....But is instead struck with the paralyzing dart. "Weh!", and she flinches, allowing the dirt to hit her face and stagger her. "Gah!!" Deunan struggles to regain both her vision and footing, giving Gelon a chance to strike back.
....But is instead struck with the paralyzing dart. "Weh!", and she flinches, allowing the dirt to hit her face and stagger her. "Gah!!" Deunan struggles to regain both her vision and footing, giving Gelon a chance to strike back.
Gelon takes her hand and throw her in the air then wack her in to the tree tops "still old missy?" He asked as he landed and analyze the area quickly 'used a lot of power time to go on full fist fight mode and only use power when needed' he thought and stay on his guard
The setting changes from Nebulon Under Forests to Neopolis - Lower City
Sentinel takes everything in as it appears, quickly processing it and referencing it to another part of his systems. As Byatis reveals himself, Sentinel once again begins to become disoriented, but halts the process quickly. Staring down at the hand offered to him, Sentinel considers whether or not such a person would be beneficial to their goal. His goal, really. Certainly he was a good fighter, but an uncontrollable one by what he had seen so far. Avoiding a fight with others would be prudent for the moment as he had stated. If it did come to it, maybe this Byatis creature would aid him. Accepting the hand, he shakes it while nodding to Clockwork. He was an unknown. Did Clockwork side with K2? Problems for later.
"From what I found through the city systems, most of the enemies farther on will be no more than grunts, armed with older weapons. While this may be so, we should be cautious for quantity has its own quality. Farther in, they seem to have more advanced systems. I couldn't find anything relating to the sanctum, but we should assume it to be the most heavily guarded area. Shall we proceed?" he asked, activating his particle cannons.
"From what I found through the city systems, most of the enemies farther on will be no more than grunts, armed with older weapons. While this may be so, we should be cautious for quantity has its own quality. Farther in, they seem to have more advanced systems. I couldn't find anything relating to the sanctum, but we should assume it to be the most heavily guarded area. Shall we proceed?" he asked, activating his particle cannons.
Byatis kept his jolly smile as Keeton spoke. Too be honest, Byatis tuned out the diatribe. He was fairly used to people calling him disgusting. The moment Keeton turned to shoot a random guard close by, and to address the group, Byatis's look immediately soured. H glared at the back of Keeton's head, rolling his eyes when Keeton 'suggested' that they team up. Like that wasn't already mentioned 3 times before. Every time Keeton's glance fell on Byatis, he looked jolly again. And sour when not.
"Shall we proceed?" Sentinel mentioned.
"Oh yes of course!" Byatis chimed in, and grinned happily. Suddenly, before Keeton could react, Byatis grabbed both of his arms and pushed Keeton into the sewer water. Stepping on his leg to keep him pinned a moment. "Let's make oh fearless drunkard go first!" With that, Byatis picked Keeton back up and pushed him to the front of the group. "Lead the way, short stack. Show us what yer made of! Khahaha!" Byatis cackled to his own amusement but at the same time, prepared himself for a lash back just in case. Byatis could not believe he agreed more with Sentinel, a synthetic, over a living being of the Stratevarian galaxy. It was perplexing to say the least. Byatis did not know quite yet what to make of Clockwork...
"Shall we proceed?" Sentinel mentioned.
"Oh yes of course!" Byatis chimed in, and grinned happily. Suddenly, before Keeton could react, Byatis grabbed both of his arms and pushed Keeton into the sewer water. Stepping on his leg to keep him pinned a moment. "Let's make oh fearless drunkard go first!" With that, Byatis picked Keeton back up and pushed him to the front of the group. "Lead the way, short stack. Show us what yer made of! Khahaha!" Byatis cackled to his own amusement but at the same time, prepared himself for a lash back just in case. Byatis could not believe he agreed more with Sentinel, a synthetic, over a living being of the Stratevarian galaxy. It was perplexing to say the least. Byatis did not know quite yet what to make of Clockwork...
Keeton shakes the robotic hand of the sentinel life form, but is interrupted and thrown into the sewer water. His mouth is filled with the revolting taste of feces and rotten food. "Let's make oh fearless drunkard go first!" Keeton hears from within the sludge.
His leg is finally released, and Keeton stumbles to his feet, dazed and enraged. His entire body trembles with rage and malice. He puts his finger on the trigger of his gun and the other hand on the grip of his blade. Keeton turns his body to take the shot but stops abruptly through it. Out of the corner of his eye he notices clockwork. Its hard to tell because of the whole robot thing, but it looked as if clockwork had "felt" pity. Keeton felt the tears coming, but forced them back down. There is no way he would cry in front of his crew. He takes a deep breath.
"I've tasted ever-clear worst then that sewage water." He chuckles lightly making sure to hide his real emotions towards the event. "Now you said you wanted a leader, so a leader i will be."His eyes burrow deep into Byatis's Fake smile, but like the creature, remains jolly on the outside. "The name is K2, you'll need to be remembering that, especially you." He says still staring the monster down. Keeton turns again focusing on not looking at clockwork. "Now lets get going, hopefully we can find this elevator and kill this monster by breakfast time. Ive got a bottle of rum with my name on it." He leads the group deeper into Dark S1de territory.
His leg is finally released, and Keeton stumbles to his feet, dazed and enraged. His entire body trembles with rage and malice. He puts his finger on the trigger of his gun and the other hand on the grip of his blade. Keeton turns his body to take the shot but stops abruptly through it. Out of the corner of his eye he notices clockwork. Its hard to tell because of the whole robot thing, but it looked as if clockwork had "felt" pity. Keeton felt the tears coming, but forced them back down. There is no way he would cry in front of his crew. He takes a deep breath.
"I've tasted ever-clear worst then that sewage water." He chuckles lightly making sure to hide his real emotions towards the event. "Now you said you wanted a leader, so a leader i will be."His eyes burrow deep into Byatis's Fake smile, but like the creature, remains jolly on the outside. "The name is K2, you'll need to be remembering that, especially you." He says still staring the monster down. Keeton turns again focusing on not looking at clockwork. "Now lets get going, hopefully we can find this elevator and kill this monster by breakfast time. Ive got a bottle of rum with my name on it." He leads the group deeper into Dark S1de territory.
Clockwork watches the entire scene, keeping quiet. While his robotic face, thanks to the six red dots and the yellow visor may look like that of an eternally grinning monster, is indeed expressionless, he shows his sympathy by glancing aside. Slowly, noticeably.
When he sees Keeton standing up and apparently shrugging off the humiliation, he chuckles, and does a half-joking, half-assed salute. "Right behind you, cap'n."
Eventually, they find themselves at the end of the sewers. And above....another grate, and a source of light. From there, they can see the Dark S1de soldiers fully prepared: a legion of at least fifty greaser-like men, with slicked back hair and leather jackets. Four heavy manned particle turrets, at the top of the library balconies. At least ten of those men carry electric stunstaffs for melee combat. Their weaponry may be outdated, and their experience seems to be lacking....but there's still a whole lot of them. Dozens of bookshelves decorate the room above, providing many potential cover for everyone involved. Several chandeliers hang by the ceilings, and most interestingly......a bulletproof window showing a room overlooking the entire library, high above and to the northside.
The library may have been burnt down 6 years ago, but it seems like the Dark S1de rebuilt it....if only partially. It's hard to tell from here, but practically most, if not all, of the books in the shelves are brown and ruined, or blackened and burnt. The bulletproof window seems to be the newest aspect of this library.
Clockwork braces himself, preparing for battle. "Time is ticking...tick, tock, tick, tock.", Clockwork whispers, tapping his foot playfully as he mimics the ticking of a clock.
When he sees Keeton standing up and apparently shrugging off the humiliation, he chuckles, and does a half-joking, half-assed salute. "Right behind you, cap'n."
Eventually, they find themselves at the end of the sewers. And above....another grate, and a source of light. From there, they can see the Dark S1de soldiers fully prepared: a legion of at least fifty greaser-like men, with slicked back hair and leather jackets. Four heavy manned particle turrets, at the top of the library balconies. At least ten of those men carry electric stunstaffs for melee combat. Their weaponry may be outdated, and their experience seems to be lacking....but there's still a whole lot of them. Dozens of bookshelves decorate the room above, providing many potential cover for everyone involved. Several chandeliers hang by the ceilings, and most interestingly......a bulletproof window showing a room overlooking the entire library, high above and to the northside.
The library may have been burnt down 6 years ago, but it seems like the Dark S1de rebuilt it....if only partially. It's hard to tell from here, but practically most, if not all, of the books in the shelves are brown and ruined, or blackened and burnt. The bulletproof window seems to be the newest aspect of this library.
Clockwork braces himself, preparing for battle. "Time is ticking...tick, tock, tick, tock.", Clockwork whispers, tapping his foot playfully as he mimics the ticking of a clock.
The setting changes from Neopolis - Lower City to Nebulon Under Forests
Halcyon raises an eyebrow and strokes his chin as he watches, paying particular attention to Gelon's form.
"....Mmmmpfffggggh.", Deunan groans as she is whacked face first on to the tree tops, before sliding down the three and faceplanting on the ground. "owwwh..you're good....", she struggles for a brief second, and then regains her footing.
Around him is the safe part of the forest, which makes sense, since this is where Halcyon and Deunan chose to camp. Only miles and miles of trees can be seen.
"...But I'm not done yet!" Deunan generates her beam sword again, and runs towards him. "Hyaaaaaaattt!", she pulls the sword back, and strikes Gelon on the chest with the pommel of the blade, and follows it up with a stronger, diagonal slash with enough force to push him back.
"....Mmmmpfffggggh.", Deunan groans as she is whacked face first on to the tree tops, before sliding down the three and faceplanting on the ground. "owwwh..you're good....", she struggles for a brief second, and then regains her footing.
Around him is the safe part of the forest, which makes sense, since this is where Halcyon and Deunan chose to camp. Only miles and miles of trees can be seen.
"...But I'm not done yet!" Deunan generates her beam sword again, and runs towards him. "Hyaaaaaaattt!", she pulls the sword back, and strikes Gelon on the chest with the pommel of the blade, and follows it up with a stronger, diagonal slash with enough force to push him back.
Gelon stops the diagonal slash by grabbing it and starts draining the sword "oh thank you for energy just what I need" he said as it got weaker with the second "don't think you will have a weapon for very long" he said with a big grin
Deunan stops, startled by Gelon draining the sword. But she's not going down so easily, so she gives her own grin. "I can still..."....and she delivers a double kick towards Gelon's chest Left! Right!. "KICK! HARD!" loud, and strong enough, to send him flying through the air. Deunan then shuts off her beam charger, and shrugs before unsheathing it. "You're not bad at all, old man...."
"...but I don't give up.", Deunan smirks. She runs towards him, and preferring to lose rather than surrender, she jumps...and delivers a flying dropkick, aimed at his stomach.
"...but I don't give up.", Deunan smirks. She runs towards him, and preferring to lose rather than surrender, she jumps...and delivers a flying dropkick, aimed at his stomach.
Gelon blocks her flying drop kick and hit her to the ground then pin her on the ground and hold her down "kick hard yes but not hard enough" he said and hold her arms tight and doesn't sit straight up but sits slightly arced towards her making her unable to grab him with her legs "so gonna tap out?"
The setting changes from Nebulon Under Forests to Neopolis - Lower City
Continuing with the others as they assemble below the grate, he analyzes the room above them. From what he can see, most of the thugs are entrenched. This advantage is off-set by their outdated weapons, however. And the fact they don't expect enemies to be popping out of a grate in the ground. Glancing around at the others, he states, "I shall enter first. My armor should be able to resist their shots for a time and I can cover you with my guns. Be quick, we don't know what lost time will bring us." Turning his head back towards the floor, he crouched and turned off the safety switches on his particle cannons. Activating his servomotors, he blasted up through the ground and began taking shots at the nearest enemies with one arm while the other shot at those farther back to suppress them. Landing, he began backing up, avoiding shooting over the hole in the floor so the others could exit.
Byatis stood and listened to Sentinel, not being opposed to him going first. Fooling around with Keeton put Byatis in a good mood, which was always great for him during a hunt. He watched as Sentinel jumped up and out of the sewer, guns ablazing. Byatis could hear the shots hitting others as the screams echoed in the sewer. He turned to the duo left over. "Ssssee you on the flipside." Byatis's grin was the last thing Clock and Keeton could see before Byatis activated his natural camouflage. He crawled onto the ceiling and into the grate to the battlefield above. Quickly, Byatis made powerful leaps to the leftmost edge of the battlefield, lucky that their outdated tech couldn't locate him just yet. Byatis quickly went to work and started stabbing Dark S1de members in the back with his claws and his mandibled tail. He particular focused on those who were directly shooting at Sentinel.
A loud bang and a powerful steam emerges as Sentinel bursts through the floor and reveals himself. The thugs turns to see the source of the noise..but are too slow.
"What the-?!"
"GAH!!"
Sentinel successfully eliminated enemies on both his front and back in the blink of an eye. Corpses with singed holes in their chest are thrown back from the impact. The Dark S1de thugs scramble for their counterattack. Kinetic bullets and particle blasts begin blazing through the air, lighting up the burnt down library with a stream of colorful blasts.
Sentinel's thick armor protects him well against the outdated tech. The thugs widen their eyes in terror as they watch their outdated kinetic bullets bounce off his armor like nothing. "Shiiit!!!!"
The Dark S1de on the balconies fall to Byatis' invisible maulings. The sound of crunching bones, spurting blood, and death screams accompanies his attacks like a perfect symphony of death.
"Huh?! How did- AGGGGGH!", A Dark S1de member lets the mysterious death of his comrade distract him, allowing Byatis to kill him without breaking a sweat.
Clockwork turns to Keeton, and pats his shoulder. "Good luck, 'Cap'n'." And with that, he takes a step back, and activates his chainsaw halberd, letting its roar be heard through the air, as he turns on his jet and tasset boosters to fly up. Once he arrives in the surface, he immediately does a 360 degree spin in the air, while at the same time rotating his spear to act as a makeshift shield, deflecting the bullets thrown to him; particle or kinetic, with ease, before zipping away.
If Sentinel is a walking turret and Byatis a sneaking predator, then Clockwork would be an agile wasp, his boosters breathing out blue flames as he zig zags through the battlefield, twirling and spinning his spear to deflect all attacks directed his way. Once he gets close enough to one of the gun-wielding thugs, he slashes his chest, then stabs him through the head, before spinning his own body 180 degrees and hurling the corpse to another thug. Not wasting another second, he immediately dashes, passing by Sentinel, and stabs a careless electrostaff wielding thug who attempted to run and hit him from behind. The chainsaw lets out a deafening roar as it tears through his chest.
"What the-?!"
"GAH!!"
Sentinel successfully eliminated enemies on both his front and back in the blink of an eye. Corpses with singed holes in their chest are thrown back from the impact. The Dark S1de thugs scramble for their counterattack. Kinetic bullets and particle blasts begin blazing through the air, lighting up the burnt down library with a stream of colorful blasts.
Sentinel's thick armor protects him well against the outdated tech. The thugs widen their eyes in terror as they watch their outdated kinetic bullets bounce off his armor like nothing. "Shiiit!!!!"
The Dark S1de on the balconies fall to Byatis' invisible maulings. The sound of crunching bones, spurting blood, and death screams accompanies his attacks like a perfect symphony of death.
"Huh?! How did- AGGGGGH!", A Dark S1de member lets the mysterious death of his comrade distract him, allowing Byatis to kill him without breaking a sweat.
Clockwork turns to Keeton, and pats his shoulder. "Good luck, 'Cap'n'." And with that, he takes a step back, and activates his chainsaw halberd, letting its roar be heard through the air, as he turns on his jet and tasset boosters to fly up. Once he arrives in the surface, he immediately does a 360 degree spin in the air, while at the same time rotating his spear to act as a makeshift shield, deflecting the bullets thrown to him; particle or kinetic, with ease, before zipping away.
If Sentinel is a walking turret and Byatis a sneaking predator, then Clockwork would be an agile wasp, his boosters breathing out blue flames as he zig zags through the battlefield, twirling and spinning his spear to deflect all attacks directed his way. Once he gets close enough to one of the gun-wielding thugs, he slashes his chest, then stabs him through the head, before spinning his own body 180 degrees and hurling the corpse to another thug. Not wasting another second, he immediately dashes, passing by Sentinel, and stabs a careless electrostaff wielding thug who attempted to run and hit him from behind. The chainsaw lets out a deafening roar as it tears through his chest.
It's a dream come true. Keeton is fighting among comrades against an opposing force, and he was captain of the team. He had made his first friend a sentient being known as Clockwork. And Byatis had made his adrenaline start pumping. He was ready for a fight. Truly a great day for a "pirate".
Keeton jumps out of the grate, moving towards cover. "Hoist the main sails! Ready the cannons" He screams, blindly firing from his position behind a shelf. A giant smile can be seen on the drunkards face, and he cant help himself from hysterically laughing as he cuts down the enemy. Keeton pulls a makeshift molotov and a lighter sporting a jolly roger. He lights the rag stuffed into the bottle. "FIRE IN THE HOLE!"
Keeton had thrown the bottle directly on target. He watched as his enemies screamed and pleaded for mercy. "Guys!" He tries in failure to get the groups attention. His vision starts to become blurry and distorted. "I think I had to much to dr-"
Then everything was black... Keeton, like many times before, had fallen unconscious.
Keeton jumps out of the grate, moving towards cover. "Hoist the main sails! Ready the cannons" He screams, blindly firing from his position behind a shelf. A giant smile can be seen on the drunkards face, and he cant help himself from hysterically laughing as he cuts down the enemy. Keeton pulls a makeshift molotov and a lighter sporting a jolly roger. He lights the rag stuffed into the bottle. "FIRE IN THE HOLE!"
Keeton had thrown the bottle directly on target. He watched as his enemies screamed and pleaded for mercy. "Guys!" He tries in failure to get the groups attention. His vision starts to become blurry and distorted. "I think I had to much to dr-"
Then everything was black... Keeton, like many times before, had fallen unconscious.
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Deunan lets out a yelp as Gelon traps her. "Ow!" She proceeds to struggle and squirm a bit, before eventually tapping the ground. "Okay, okay! time out, old man!...you win."
Halcyon chuckles, and claps. "Good fight, good fight...." Deunan pouts a little at her loss, but she doesn't seem to mind too much. In fact, she and Halcyon even gave him a little present: a lunch box filled with delicious Nebulon fish and chips. Even from the window of the box, Gelon can already feel the incoming deliciousness from its rich, golden color.
"Take it. You've earned it.", Deunan smirks a little.
Halcyon chuckles, and claps. "Good fight, good fight...." Deunan pouts a little at her loss, but she doesn't seem to mind too much. In fact, she and Halcyon even gave him a little present: a lunch box filled with delicious Nebulon fish and chips. Even from the window of the box, Gelon can already feel the incoming deliciousness from its rich, golden color.
"Take it. You've earned it.", Deunan smirks a little.
Gelon smiled as he got the box and ruffle Deunan's hair a bit "you gave me a good fight there" he said and put the lunch box in the pocket of his jacket then pulled out a different. Box and placed it down by the sleepingrols they had "my camping gear it can house us three but it you can't stand in it" he said and let the tent build itself "so tell me who teached you those moves? They are effective with the right skill and knowledge" he said and stretched "what time is it? My clock got busted by a plant"
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Covering as the others popped out of the floor, he began advancing towards the enemy lines when K2 emerged. While the bullets could not pierce his armor, it was nevertheless an annoyance that he would have to deal with. Particle cannons swiftly and accurately eliminating the grunts as they emerged foolishly from cover, Sentinel took notice as men began suddenly dropping dead, bloody holes gaping on their backs. Byatis must be at work. As Clockwork darted around eliminating others, Sentinel watched as the Molotov flew past him to land in a crash in a group of enemies. Engulfed in flames, they began screaming in agony.
As the fight was dying down, Sentinel noticed an acute lack of chatter. Glancing behind him for a moment, he found that K2 was nowhere to be seen. Turning around, he darted to where he had last heard K2's yell and found the man on the floor, apparently unconscious. Checking for a pulse, he nodded and grabbed the man. Activating the magnetic strips on his back, he attached K2 there before turning back to the fight. No sense in losing an ally before the fight had already started. As the last few thugs fell, Sentinel began looking for another entrance that would lead to the room above them. Spotting a set of stairs, he began advancing upwards cautiously in case there was any resistance left.
As the fight was dying down, Sentinel noticed an acute lack of chatter. Glancing behind him for a moment, he found that K2 was nowhere to be seen. Turning around, he darted to where he had last heard K2's yell and found the man on the floor, apparently unconscious. Checking for a pulse, he nodded and grabbed the man. Activating the magnetic strips on his back, he attached K2 there before turning back to the fight. No sense in losing an ally before the fight had already started. As the last few thugs fell, Sentinel began looking for another entrance that would lead to the room above them. Spotting a set of stairs, he began advancing upwards cautiously in case there was any resistance left.
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Deunan closes her eyes and giggles cheekily as Gelon ruffled her hair. "Hehehe, that's right, praise me, praise me!"
Halcyon and Deunan watches Gelon's tent build itself. The old man chuckles at the sight, "Heh...kids these days and their fancy autocrafts....least we won't have to place the bedrolls out in the open, I suppose."
Deunan folds her arms and has a proud smile on her. "Hehe...the kicks are taught by Halcyon here! Old Cat knows some good moves!", she says with a joking tone. "The beam sword whip thing is my idea though.Just....", Deunan lower her voice and gives a playful grin, before placing two fingers in front of her lips. "Just don't tell my dad~"
Halcyon checks his pocket and takes out a pocketwatch. "Tis 1 AM. Probably best you both get to sleep. Too dangerous wandering these woods at this time of the night. Wait till tomorrow." Halcyon pauses and smirks at Gelon. "Even for you."
Halcyon and Deunan watches Gelon's tent build itself. The old man chuckles at the sight, "Heh...kids these days and their fancy autocrafts....least we won't have to place the bedrolls out in the open, I suppose."
Deunan folds her arms and has a proud smile on her. "Hehe...the kicks are taught by Halcyon here! Old Cat knows some good moves!", she says with a joking tone. "The beam sword whip thing is my idea though.Just....", Deunan lower her voice and gives a playful grin, before placing two fingers in front of her lips. "Just don't tell my dad~"
Halcyon checks his pocket and takes out a pocketwatch. "Tis 1 AM. Probably best you both get to sleep. Too dangerous wandering these woods at this time of the night. Wait till tomorrow." Halcyon pauses and smirks at Gelon. "Even for you."
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Clockwork turned to look at K2 when he yelled. "K2!", he shouted, a milisecond after stabbing yet another thug through one of the massive bookshelves, scattering torn paper and blood everywhere. When he sees Sentinel grabbing Keeton though, he chuckles and sighs with relief.....before barely holding back a cackle when he realized how comical Keeton was.
The last of the thugs are either gunned down, stabbed through, slashed apart, or burnt down in no time. K2's molotov left behind a rising and growing fire behind the foursome. Clockwork looks at where Sentinel is going, at the same time scanning the area for any remaining stragglers....
...But it was not mere stragglers they find.
Without warning, the walls right to Sentinel are blown apart with a massive explosive force. Debris and rubble are scattered, and smoke briefly hides the attacker. However, as the smoke thins, they can hear.....the sound of wheels. Moving through the ruined floor, and with them, two large silhouettes.
"!" Clockwork reenters his battle stance, bending his knees and twirling his spear once, his still-warm boosters letting out jet exhaust.
Mighty, powerful roars from engines are soon heard, and two large, yet compact and agile looking tanks leap out of the wall with the speed of a race car, one of them jumping over Sentinel's head, and landing on the other side of the library with a mighty thud...with its cannon aimed at the balcony, seemingly having detected Byatis,with the other leaping right in front of the stairway, and turning its cannon to face Sentinel and K2.
Gunsevers. Automated Napishtim Gears used in the Galactic War by the Federation. These weapons of war are not to be underestimated. While their AI may not be as advanced as Sentinel and Clocwork......it's more than enough to get the job done. Seems like these Ivory Rooks are the last line of defense in the Dark S1de base.
"HAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHA!!!!", a loud,maniacal laughter can be heard over a loudspeaker. "Think you can just waltz in and take my orbital elevator?!"
A whirring noise can be heard from the Gunsevers' barrels. While reasonably compact, they are still taller than Keeton and the synthetics, and at least twice as long, from the tip of their barrels to their rear.
"THINK AGAIN!"
Clockwork turns, and heads towards the Gunsever aiming at Byatis. The green single eye on its main camera glowing, it fires a powerful artillery shell towards him, while at the same time firing at Clockwork with its turrets. Clockwork hastily deflects the shots with his spinning spear, but is forced to retreat behind a pillar, for he won't be able to block such powerful repeating shots up close.
The second Gunsever wastes no time in firing a green, glowing particle blast towards Sentinel, the force of the recoil powerful enough to send the compact tank tumbling back slightly.
The last of the thugs are either gunned down, stabbed through, slashed apart, or burnt down in no time. K2's molotov left behind a rising and growing fire behind the foursome. Clockwork looks at where Sentinel is going, at the same time scanning the area for any remaining stragglers....
...But it was not mere stragglers they find.
Without warning, the walls right to Sentinel are blown apart with a massive explosive force. Debris and rubble are scattered, and smoke briefly hides the attacker. However, as the smoke thins, they can hear.....the sound of wheels. Moving through the ruined floor, and with them, two large silhouettes.
"!" Clockwork reenters his battle stance, bending his knees and twirling his spear once, his still-warm boosters letting out jet exhaust.
Mighty, powerful roars from engines are soon heard, and two large, yet compact and agile looking tanks leap out of the wall with the speed of a race car, one of them jumping over Sentinel's head, and landing on the other side of the library with a mighty thud...with its cannon aimed at the balcony, seemingly having detected Byatis,with the other leaping right in front of the stairway, and turning its cannon to face Sentinel and K2.
Gunsevers. Automated Napishtim Gears used in the Galactic War by the Federation. These weapons of war are not to be underestimated. While their AI may not be as advanced as Sentinel and Clocwork......it's more than enough to get the job done. Seems like these Ivory Rooks are the last line of defense in the Dark S1de base.
"HAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHA!!!!", a loud,maniacal laughter can be heard over a loudspeaker. "Think you can just waltz in and take my orbital elevator?!"
A whirring noise can be heard from the Gunsevers' barrels. While reasonably compact, they are still taller than Keeton and the synthetics, and at least twice as long, from the tip of their barrels to their rear.
"THINK AGAIN!"
Clockwork turns, and heads towards the Gunsever aiming at Byatis. The green single eye on its main camera glowing, it fires a powerful artillery shell towards him, while at the same time firing at Clockwork with its turrets. Clockwork hastily deflects the shots with his spinning spear, but is forced to retreat behind a pillar, for he won't be able to block such powerful repeating shots up close.
The second Gunsever wastes no time in firing a green, glowing particle blast towards Sentinel, the force of the recoil powerful enough to send the compact tank tumbling back slightly.
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Covered by the dying sounds of fighting down below, Sentinel did not realize the tanks were there before they burst through the wall next to him. Knocked down by the chunks of debris flying from the wall, Sentinel rolled to the railing on the stairs. Spotting the tank landing at the bottom of the stairwell, Sentinel began to stand, dust shaking off of his body. Crouching, Sentinel watched as the barrel begins to whir loudly. The cease of the whir was all the warning he got as his legs explode upwards, propelling him above the shell. The turrets began firing at him, taking glancing shots on his armor. With enough fire, the turrets could overwhelm him.
A sense of fear overcomes his systems, fear over his own death and that of K2 on his back. Collapsing, Sentinel falls like a doll to the floor. The unexpected motion causes the turrets to miss, but they quickly reorient. Scrambling to rework his processor, Sentinel managed to turn around just as the main cannon began to spin up again. Pounded mercilessly by the small turrets, Sentinel raised his particle cannons and begins firing at the barrels, hoping to destroy the things before they cause damage.
Backing up the stairs while doing so, he spotted Clockwork taking cover behind a pillar in the library. These things would be a pain to deal with if they kept this up for much longer. Rolling onto the upper level as a cannon shot obliterated the wall where he was standing, Sentinel detached K2 and lay him behind a shabby desk. No distractions. Turning back, he unsheathed the blades on his cannons and jumped up in the air, landing on the Gunsever, stabbing repeatedly at anything vulnerable with one blade while trying to hack open one of the missile tubes on the tank.
A sense of fear overcomes his systems, fear over his own death and that of K2 on his back. Collapsing, Sentinel falls like a doll to the floor. The unexpected motion causes the turrets to miss, but they quickly reorient. Scrambling to rework his processor, Sentinel managed to turn around just as the main cannon began to spin up again. Pounded mercilessly by the small turrets, Sentinel raised his particle cannons and begins firing at the barrels, hoping to destroy the things before they cause damage.
Backing up the stairs while doing so, he spotted Clockwork taking cover behind a pillar in the library. These things would be a pain to deal with if they kept this up for much longer. Rolling onto the upper level as a cannon shot obliterated the wall where he was standing, Sentinel detached K2 and lay him behind a shabby desk. No distractions. Turning back, he unsheathed the blades on his cannons and jumped up in the air, landing on the Gunsever, stabbing repeatedly at anything vulnerable with one blade while trying to hack open one of the missile tubes on the tank.
Byatis let out an otherworldly shriek as the two Gensever's burst through the walls. He furrowed his brow as one aimed right for his general direction. Quickly, Byatis leaps out of the way of the main blast, but is caught off-guard by the shockwave and is flung back to the ground floor, crashing into a bookcase. His camouflage dissipates as he's pelted by shrapnel and wood splinters. Byatis got up to his feet quickly and shook his head to get the wringing sounds away. He stayed behind the cover of the bookcase and glanced over to Clockwork with four eyes, keeping his main two on the enemy. "Hey synthetic! Do you think the phallic tanks are compensation for something? Ahaha!" As Byatis cracked the joke, pores on his forearms secreted a liquid that quickly coated his sharp claws.
Suddenly, with a powerful leap, Byatis leaps onto the Gunsever's tank barrel and digs his claws into the turrets. Normally, an organic creature wouldn't do much, but the secretion on his claws gave them a potent corrosive effect which weakened the metal under Byatis's claws. He hoped Clockwork would take the hint to cover him.
Suddenly, with a powerful leap, Byatis leaps onto the Gunsever's tank barrel and digs his claws into the turrets. Normally, an organic creature wouldn't do much, but the secretion on his claws gave them a potent corrosive effect which weakened the metal under Byatis's claws. He hoped Clockwork would take the hint to cover him.
Sentinel's particle blasts demolish the right turret off its placement, the metal piece hurled through the air, far, and away, and while he failed to destroy the other turret, the power of Sentinel's energy weapons were enough to momentarily stun the entire tank, allowing him to place K2 in a safe location.
As Sentinel turns to face the second Gunsever again, it lets out a ferocious 'roar' from its revving engines, and charges towards him, allowing the jumping Sentinel to easily land on top, and causing the tank to smash onto more of the wall, creating more collateral damage to the poor building. The entire machine shakes chaotically, with Gunsever rotating its main cannon-bearing upper half violently in an attempt to throw Sentinel off balance. With his blades, however, he successfully stabs through and disables the main camera, as well as the joint connecting the tank barrel to the tank upper half, causing violent electrical noises and buzzes to be heard, and the main cannon to swing up and down uncontrollably. The Gunsever, however, is not done yet. Sentinel hears a low hum, and the dome-like extension on the back of its upper half, the signo-jammer, lets out a brief but powerful EMP burst, powerful enough to stagger him.
Having temporarily stunned Sentinel, Gunsever spins once again 360 degrees on its axis, hurling Sentinel off itself. And while its main camera have been disabled, the ones beside its MLRS pods are still active......and they catch sight of Sentinel. A heavy click is heard, and Gunsever drives back while simultaneously fires six of its missiles at Sentinel, all of them almost simultaneously, accompanied by a loud, flamboyant sound exactly like those of fireworks.
Clockwork, still behind the cover of the pillar, leans slightly to peek at the sight of Gunsever firing suppressing shots from its turrets against Byatis; which are blocked by the massive bookcases, though they are rapidly falling apart as it is. He replies, in his usual jolly tone, while preparing to dash, "I think having two of them makes it an OVER compensation! Hahahahahaha!"
Clockwork's yellow visor flashes, and he speeds away from the pillars and towards the first Gunsever. The sound of his jet boosters attract the attention of the Gunsever's turrets immediately. Clockwork successfully deflects most of the bullets with his spinning spear, some of them reflected back towards the turrets. Once he gets close, he leaps and spins in the air like a circus acrobat, before dive kicking the left turret, crushing it under his heels. Spotting Byatis preparing to leap at the corner of his visor, Clockwork twists his upper body, and runs through the main camera with his spear. "HAH!!", shattering it and momentarily stunning it, giving Byatis just enough time to land on the tank's barrel.
The Gunsever staggers upon Clockwork's assault of its main camera, and smokes violently from its rapidly degenerating barrel thanks to Byatis. The metal's color changes from its heroic white color to a rusted brown quickly, threatening to fall apart very soon. Clockwork tears out the halberd from the main camera's socket, but before he can do anything else, the Gunsever suddenly drives forward, causing him to stumble, and forcing him to dig his heels deeper to hold on. The Gunsever shakes its main cannon wildly in an attempt to shake Byatis off, the rough play only hastening the barrel's corrossion.
Clocwork looks forward. One can almost hear the "!" beeping in his mind. "Bookcase alert!", he exclaims. The Gunsever, in an attempt to get Byatis and Clockwork off, charges towards the massive bookcases, its speed and momentum enough to tear through it..with the debris falling on the two.
It keeps driving. Tearing through one! Two!! Three!!! bookcases. A rain of torn paper, heavy wood, and sharp splinters fall upon the two, with Clockwork barely holding on as the tank continues driving through more and more bookcases, slowly destroying what's left of the library.
As Sentinel turns to face the second Gunsever again, it lets out a ferocious 'roar' from its revving engines, and charges towards him, allowing the jumping Sentinel to easily land on top, and causing the tank to smash onto more of the wall, creating more collateral damage to the poor building. The entire machine shakes chaotically, with Gunsever rotating its main cannon-bearing upper half violently in an attempt to throw Sentinel off balance. With his blades, however, he successfully stabs through and disables the main camera, as well as the joint connecting the tank barrel to the tank upper half, causing violent electrical noises and buzzes to be heard, and the main cannon to swing up and down uncontrollably. The Gunsever, however, is not done yet. Sentinel hears a low hum, and the dome-like extension on the back of its upper half, the signo-jammer, lets out a brief but powerful EMP burst, powerful enough to stagger him.
Having temporarily stunned Sentinel, Gunsever spins once again 360 degrees on its axis, hurling Sentinel off itself. And while its main camera have been disabled, the ones beside its MLRS pods are still active......and they catch sight of Sentinel. A heavy click is heard, and Gunsever drives back while simultaneously fires six of its missiles at Sentinel, all of them almost simultaneously, accompanied by a loud, flamboyant sound exactly like those of fireworks.
Clockwork, still behind the cover of the pillar, leans slightly to peek at the sight of Gunsever firing suppressing shots from its turrets against Byatis; which are blocked by the massive bookcases, though they are rapidly falling apart as it is. He replies, in his usual jolly tone, while preparing to dash, "I think having two of them makes it an OVER compensation! Hahahahahaha!"
Clockwork's yellow visor flashes, and he speeds away from the pillars and towards the first Gunsever. The sound of his jet boosters attract the attention of the Gunsever's turrets immediately. Clockwork successfully deflects most of the bullets with his spinning spear, some of them reflected back towards the turrets. Once he gets close, he leaps and spins in the air like a circus acrobat, before dive kicking the left turret, crushing it under his heels. Spotting Byatis preparing to leap at the corner of his visor, Clockwork twists his upper body, and runs through the main camera with his spear. "HAH!!", shattering it and momentarily stunning it, giving Byatis just enough time to land on the tank's barrel.
The Gunsever staggers upon Clockwork's assault of its main camera, and smokes violently from its rapidly degenerating barrel thanks to Byatis. The metal's color changes from its heroic white color to a rusted brown quickly, threatening to fall apart very soon. Clockwork tears out the halberd from the main camera's socket, but before he can do anything else, the Gunsever suddenly drives forward, causing him to stumble, and forcing him to dig his heels deeper to hold on. The Gunsever shakes its main cannon wildly in an attempt to shake Byatis off, the rough play only hastening the barrel's corrossion.
Clocwork looks forward. One can almost hear the "!" beeping in his mind. "Bookcase alert!", he exclaims. The Gunsever, in an attempt to get Byatis and Clockwork off, charges towards the massive bookcases, its speed and momentum enough to tear through it..with the debris falling on the two.
It keeps driving. Tearing through one! Two!! Three!!! bookcases. A rain of torn paper, heavy wood, and sharp splinters fall upon the two, with Clockwork barely holding on as the tank continues driving through more and more bookcases, slowly destroying what's left of the library.
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Preston and Colt immediately stood up at the loud crash of something smashing through the roof Mosa's restaurant, taking out a table with it. Both drew their handguns and circled around the tables, giving them a good degree of distance and cover, should whatever the object be, turn out to be hostile. Colt crouched down a bit, and signaled for Preston to move in closer. Preston nodded in acknowledgement, moving ever so closer with his gun trained on the table, or where the table used to be. When the smoke and dust finally cleared, Preston could make out the object, which it turns out, wasn't JUST an object. It turned out that what had crashed were two bodies, but none that he had ever seen before. From what he could make out, the first figure appeared to be some sort of squid, the second some sort of humanoid bug. Colt, getting a clear visual as well, moved in closer, cocking the hammer back on his revolver, pressing the muzzle against the bug's head. "Get the fuck up or I'll fucking blow your brains out," Colt hissed at the two. "Slowly."
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Gelon push Halcyon softly "I know that but this isn't my first time down here my fuzzy friend and it counts for you as well. you Aren't safe out here as well and this little toy is old but the important part is that it keeps us safe" Gelon said and head to the tent "come on Deunan time to hit the haai"
Halcyon chuckles, and looks at Gelon, smirking. "Well, of course. I'm old, after all. I need my comfy, indoor naps."
Deunan nods and gets up. "Right behind you, old man!" Halcyon also gets up to follow them, taking a moment to take a look at the moons above, before joining them in their comfortable night sleep.
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Morning eventually comes. The birds chirp, the leaves rustle. Through the tent, they can feel the warm sunlight. Deunan groans in her sleep. Her untied hair looks completely unkempt and messy, all over her face as she lays on the bedroll. Halcyon is already up and about outside, tidying things up to prepare on their return journey.
Deunan nods and gets up. "Right behind you, old man!" Halcyon also gets up to follow them, taking a moment to take a look at the moons above, before joining them in their comfortable night sleep.
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Morning eventually comes. The birds chirp, the leaves rustle. Through the tent, they can feel the warm sunlight. Deunan groans in her sleep. Her untied hair looks completely unkempt and messy, all over her face as she lays on the bedroll. Halcyon is already up and about outside, tidying things up to prepare on their return journey.
Gelon headed into the tent and ruffle Deunan's hair again before laying down
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Gelon wakes up at the same time Halcyon did and got a syringe from his jacket and pull the cap off then he injected himself "a fresh dose of nanobots" he said and once the syringe was empty he pulled I out and put the cap back on and put it in his jacket and help Halcyon tidy up "so tell me Halcyon, how did you get that scar?" He asked curious and hear Deunan groan "hehe looks like our princes is awake"
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Gelon wakes up at the same time Halcyon did and got a syringe from his jacket and pull the cap off then he injected himself "a fresh dose of nanobots" he said and once the syringe was empty he pulled I out and put the cap back on and put it in his jacket and help Halcyon tidy up "so tell me Halcyon, how did you get that scar?" He asked curious and hear Deunan groan "hehe looks like our princes is awake"
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Lekan was aching all over from that landing, even though the Genesior took most of the impact. He could feel her breathing, so he knew that she was still alive despite the two of them being flung into the stratosphere. He was still alive too, which came as a surprise to him more than anything else.
However, there was little joy in this revelation once Lekan noticed that there were people pointing guns at both himself and the Genesior, shouting threats at them. In the blink of an eye the room filled with inky black smoke as Lekan darted under the nearest intact table, dragging the Genesior with him.
When the smoke finally cleared, the building's occupants would have been able to see the Ondari cowering under one of the tables, holding onto the insectoid woman they had at gunpoint mere moments ago.
However, there was little joy in this revelation once Lekan noticed that there were people pointing guns at both himself and the Genesior, shouting threats at them. In the blink of an eye the room filled with inky black smoke as Lekan darted under the nearest intact table, dragging the Genesior with him.
When the smoke finally cleared, the building's occupants would have been able to see the Ondari cowering under one of the tables, holding onto the insectoid woman they had at gunpoint mere moments ago.
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Hearing the knock on his door immediately made Nef's blood run cold. He rarely recieved visitors.
Slowly yet decisively, he walked over to the front door of his apartment, unfortunately lacking a peephole, and opened it, staring out.
Standing in the doorway was Daedalus.
Nef knew him well; an old friend who he had encountered while hunting after some forgotten criminal's son that a rival gang wanted dead for whatever reason. Daedalus had been the gang's engineer and had provided Nef with the equipment, and the two had made some conversation before and after Nef actually hunted the kid. In time, Nef had to leave, but not before telling Daedalus to contact him should he find a good score; he was also getting interested in the bounty hunting business and needed a partner. Nef himself already had DURANDAL-1707, his stealth ship's AI control system, but another hand was always appreciated.
And now, Daedalus was holding the mightiest of all weapons Nef had ever seen.
"Nef, I have a proposition for our first little hunt."
Slowly yet decisively, he walked over to the front door of his apartment, unfortunately lacking a peephole, and opened it, staring out.
Standing in the doorway was Daedalus.
Nef knew him well; an old friend who he had encountered while hunting after some forgotten criminal's son that a rival gang wanted dead for whatever reason. Daedalus had been the gang's engineer and had provided Nef with the equipment, and the two had made some conversation before and after Nef actually hunted the kid. In time, Nef had to leave, but not before telling Daedalus to contact him should he find a good score; he was also getting interested in the bounty hunting business and needed a partner. Nef himself already had DURANDAL-1707, his stealth ship's AI control system, but another hand was always appreciated.
And now, Daedalus was holding the mightiest of all weapons Nef had ever seen.
"Nef, I have a proposition for our first little hunt."
Effectively destroying the turret by damaging the barrel system, Sentinel is stunned when an EMP blast is emitted from the tank. Not expecting this, his systems are overwhelmed and he is unable to react to anything. Including the barrel that smashes into him, flinging him away from the tank and onto the ground. Stunned, he works frantically with whatever processes are left to reboot himself. It is too little too late. Realizing he is defenseless, Sentinel focuses on reconstructing his kinetic manipulation device first. Rewiring the last piece, he is able to let off a telekinetic wave that shoves away the missiles.
All of the missiles expect one. Passing through the dissipating wave, it struck his armor on the chest. While an older construct and not designed to pierce his armor, it is nevertheless a missile. The shockwave pins him to the ground momentarily. A hole gapes in his chest, revealing the last layer of armor, which is itself dented. With damage this severe, Sentinel thinks, it would be easy for anyone sufficiently trained to eliminate me. Scrambling back to the upper level, he hides behind a shelf. Using one of the cannons to cover up the chest wound, he begins firing at the tank while scrambling around the balcony, always making sure to keep some sort of cover between him and the vehicle.
All of the missiles expect one. Passing through the dissipating wave, it struck his armor on the chest. While an older construct and not designed to pierce his armor, it is nevertheless a missile. The shockwave pins him to the ground momentarily. A hole gapes in his chest, revealing the last layer of armor, which is itself dented. With damage this severe, Sentinel thinks, it would be easy for anyone sufficiently trained to eliminate me. Scrambling back to the upper level, he hides behind a shelf. Using one of the cannons to cover up the chest wound, he begins firing at the tank while scrambling around the balcony, always making sure to keep some sort of cover between him and the vehicle.
Byatis cackled as he dug his claws into the tank barrel, luckily this provided him plenty grip when the tank flailed around in an attempt to shove him off. He stopped laughing when Clockwork called out. Byatis looked forward at the incoming bookcase. "EK!" he exclaimed before releasing his claws from the already ruined barrel and climbed behind the Gunsever so the impact would be minimal on himself, while still being able to hold on. His new grab holes on the Gunsever also melt with Byatis's corrosive claws. He cringed as he braced for impact.
Several large wooden splinters once more pelted Byatis's flesh, only a few actually tearing flesh. Nothing substantial though, but black blood was drawn. Byatis looked towards the barrel and was pleased to see the recklessness of the Gunsever finished the job on killing the barrel. Quickly, Byatis dug his claws into the cockpit of the Gunsever hoping to corrode it's main AI. He needed these things gone quick or the elevator could take bad damage.
Several large wooden splinters once more pelted Byatis's flesh, only a few actually tearing flesh. Nothing substantial though, but black blood was drawn. Byatis looked towards the barrel and was pleased to see the recklessness of the Gunsever finished the job on killing the barrel. Quickly, Byatis dug his claws into the cockpit of the Gunsever hoping to corrode it's main AI. He needed these things gone quick or the elevator could take bad damage.
"Keeton, wake up son." The voice of the man drifts Keeton back into consciousness. He opens only the left, but is shocked when he discovers his right eye is still operational. Keeton frantically looks around the room as to where he is presently located. His vision is blurry and can not make out the character in front of him.
"Keeton, they are coming for me my boy." That voice it is so familiar, it's almost soothing to hear. "Keeton this is my gift to you, I have stashed it on the ship. When you escape make sure to grab it and always keep it with you. No one must know you have it." The figure leans forward and kisses him on the forehead. "I love you like my own. I know one day you will make this old man proud." Yelling can be heard from down the hall, the sound is approaching the room rapidly.
His vision finally focuses, Keeton can't believe what he is seeing. "Old man?!" Keeton tries to muster, but there is only silence. It is as if he was not in control of his own body. "You once asked if we had a crows nest." The man chuckles heartily. "You were so disappointed when i told you we didn't, but you were astounded by the observatory room. Be strong, and never give in Keeton."
Keeton knew what came next. The mob busting the door open, and slitting his mentor's throat . Keeton also remembered how bad it hurt when he was knocked unconci-
"Keeton, they are coming for me my boy." That voice it is so familiar, it's almost soothing to hear. "Keeton this is my gift to you, I have stashed it on the ship. When you escape make sure to grab it and always keep it with you. No one must know you have it." The figure leans forward and kisses him on the forehead. "I love you like my own. I know one day you will make this old man proud." Yelling can be heard from down the hall, the sound is approaching the room rapidly.
His vision finally focuses, Keeton can't believe what he is seeing. "Old man?!" Keeton tries to muster, but there is only silence. It is as if he was not in control of his own body. "You once asked if we had a crows nest." The man chuckles heartily. "You were so disappointed when i told you we didn't, but you were astounded by the observatory room. Be strong, and never give in Keeton."
Keeton knew what came next. The mob busting the door open, and slitting his mentor's throat . Keeton also remembered how bad it hurt when he was knocked unconci-
The setting changes from Neopolis - Lower City to Nebulon Under Forests
Halcyon looks at Gelon as he walked out of the tent and went over to help him out. "Ah. Gelon. Thank you...."
He kneels down, tying up a large sack, and smiles at Gelon's question. "It was in one of the battles at Dagojouiise, during the Great War....it feels long now....though not so long. I remembered facing up against this masked Federation Elite and his acid blaster. I took his life.....and he took half my face. Seems like a fair deal", he chuckled. He doesn't seem to mind this loss all that much. Or perhaps he did, but no longer. Ten years is a long time to recover.
Deunan walks out of the tent after Gelon and Halcyon nearly finished up tidying. She still looks sleepy and disheveled, and while rubbing her eyes, she mumbled, "Morning...."
Halcyon looks at her, and smiles. "Took you long enough kiddo. You take care of Gelon's tent."
Almost instantly, she woke up, shooking her head, and turning around to look at the tent. "Haaaah? shouldn't it, like, fold itself or somethingggggg?"
He kneels down, tying up a large sack, and smiles at Gelon's question. "It was in one of the battles at Dagojouiise, during the Great War....it feels long now....though not so long. I remembered facing up against this masked Federation Elite and his acid blaster. I took his life.....and he took half my face. Seems like a fair deal", he chuckled. He doesn't seem to mind this loss all that much. Or perhaps he did, but no longer. Ten years is a long time to recover.
Deunan walks out of the tent after Gelon and Halcyon nearly finished up tidying. She still looks sleepy and disheveled, and while rubbing her eyes, she mumbled, "Morning...."
Halcyon looks at her, and smiles. "Took you long enough kiddo. You take care of Gelon's tent."
Almost instantly, she woke up, shooking her head, and turning around to look at the tent. "Haaaah? shouldn't it, like, fold itself or somethingggggg?"
The setting changes from Nebulon Under Forests to Neopolis - Upper City
Mosa turned to Colt, and raised his right hand in a calming gesture. "Whoa! Colt!! Eaaaaasy pea-" Out of nowhere, he was interrupted by the sudden explosion of inky black smoke.
The Genesior lays, dazed from the impact of the crash. She barely registered her surroundings, and when she finally came to, she found herself under the table, Lekan's tentacles still all over her.
"WHAT THE?!", Mosa was caught off guard by Lekan's ink expulsion, and shook his head while clawing at the air. "BAH!!" He is audibly annoyed by the sight and smell of the smoke.
After the smoke cleared, Mosa looked around, eventually finding Lekan's bright blue tentacles conspicusouly under the wooden table. He then turned to look at the Genesior next to the space squid, who blinked twice. Mosa raised an eyebrow, and holds a hand up again, steadying the trigger happy Colt. "Wait....", before walking over.
The Genesior didn't need to look around. Her many eyes did the job for her. When she finally put together what just happened, she slowly turned to face Lekan...and very subtly widened her eyes.
Lekan heard a creak, as Mosa gently pushed up the table, and towered over the two with his enormous and imposing, stout crocodillian body. When he noticed the Genesior, he flashes a toothy grin. "HEEEYYY! QUIN OLD COMRADE!"
Quin Veta looked at Mosa. She stayed quiet for a few seconds, before replying monotonely and simply, "...Mosa."
Mosa turned to face Colt and Preston again. "IS OKAY! Is Okay! Quin was an old enemy! Ex-Federation, just like Preston! Now we are friends, yes?"
Quin stands up, grabbing Lekan and pulling him off of her, before holding him up like a piggy bank. Despite Lekan's main body being significantly larger than hers, she can hold him up well with the mandibles on her arm arm cannons. Without looking away from Lekan, Quin, again, simply replied, "Yes."
Mosa looked at Lekan, and raised an eyebrow, while saying, "...Who is that?"
Quin seems to have the same question in her mind. And eyes. Lekan can feel all her eyes focusing on him. Suddenly, she raised him over her head, turned him upside down, and began shooking him roughly.
"?!" Even Mosa, someone who apparently knew her, seems baffled by this course of action. He can only turn to look at Preston and Colt with a puzzled look on his face.
Unsatisfied, Quin then put Lekan on the ground, and began grabbing, feeling, and looking over each of his tentacles, like a jeweler appraising her diamonds.
The Genesior lays, dazed from the impact of the crash. She barely registered her surroundings, and when she finally came to, she found herself under the table, Lekan's tentacles still all over her.
"WHAT THE?!", Mosa was caught off guard by Lekan's ink expulsion, and shook his head while clawing at the air. "BAH!!" He is audibly annoyed by the sight and smell of the smoke.
After the smoke cleared, Mosa looked around, eventually finding Lekan's bright blue tentacles conspicusouly under the wooden table. He then turned to look at the Genesior next to the space squid, who blinked twice. Mosa raised an eyebrow, and holds a hand up again, steadying the trigger happy Colt. "Wait....", before walking over.
The Genesior didn't need to look around. Her many eyes did the job for her. When she finally put together what just happened, she slowly turned to face Lekan...and very subtly widened her eyes.
Lekan heard a creak, as Mosa gently pushed up the table, and towered over the two with his enormous and imposing, stout crocodillian body. When he noticed the Genesior, he flashes a toothy grin. "HEEEYYY! QUIN OLD COMRADE!"
Quin Veta looked at Mosa. She stayed quiet for a few seconds, before replying monotonely and simply, "...Mosa."
Mosa turned to face Colt and Preston again. "IS OKAY! Is Okay! Quin was an old enemy! Ex-Federation, just like Preston! Now we are friends, yes?"
Quin stands up, grabbing Lekan and pulling him off of her, before holding him up like a piggy bank. Despite Lekan's main body being significantly larger than hers, she can hold him up well with the mandibles on her arm arm cannons. Without looking away from Lekan, Quin, again, simply replied, "Yes."
Mosa looked at Lekan, and raised an eyebrow, while saying, "...Who is that?"
Quin seems to have the same question in her mind. And eyes. Lekan can feel all her eyes focusing on him. Suddenly, she raised him over her head, turned him upside down, and began shooking him roughly.
"?!" Even Mosa, someone who apparently knew her, seems baffled by this course of action. He can only turn to look at Preston and Colt with a puzzled look on his face.
Unsatisfied, Quin then put Lekan on the ground, and began grabbing, feeling, and looking over each of his tentacles, like a jeweler appraising her diamonds.
"Go get this, go get that, fetch me this..." James spoke to himself with a slight tinge of annoyance in his voice as he walked out of the store, his hands full of bags filled to the top. Mosa always made him the errand boy, something he greatly detested since it was always such a dull task to complete. "I bet Mosa shoves all this food down his pie-hole and uses what's left for the diner." He was kidding of course, but it still didn't erase the fact that he was sent out almost daily to pick up large amounts food and supplies. Still, Mosa was a good friend and also the man who wrote his paycheck, so he couldn't complain too much.
As he walked out of the store, James froze suddenly in confusion; people were running all around screaming as if the world was about to end. He tried to stop a few of the delirious beings running past him but to no avail. Figuring something terrible was happening, James began to run back to the diner, hoping his brother, Colt, or Mosa would have an explanation for all the chaos and confusion. After what seemed like an eternity of shoving and jumping over people, James finally reached Mosa's diner and ran into the front door, nearly breaking it down in the process.
"Mosa, I'm back from your glorious adventure you sent me on! But could you please tell me why-" He froze. In the view in front of him was Preston and Colt aiming their guns at a bug-plant looking lady and some weird looking squid man. Dropping all the bags he had in his arms, James quickly grabs his rifle and shoulders it, wanting to join in on all the action unfolding. However, before he could fire, Mosa stopped the two and revealed the lady to be a friend. Shrugging, he readjusts him aim only at the squid.
"We having Calamari this time?" He asked.
As he walked out of the store, James froze suddenly in confusion; people were running all around screaming as if the world was about to end. He tried to stop a few of the delirious beings running past him but to no avail. Figuring something terrible was happening, James began to run back to the diner, hoping his brother, Colt, or Mosa would have an explanation for all the chaos and confusion. After what seemed like an eternity of shoving and jumping over people, James finally reached Mosa's diner and ran into the front door, nearly breaking it down in the process.
"Mosa, I'm back from your glorious adventure you sent me on! But could you please tell me why-" He froze. In the view in front of him was Preston and Colt aiming their guns at a bug-plant looking lady and some weird looking squid man. Dropping all the bags he had in his arms, James quickly grabs his rifle and shoulders it, wanting to join in on all the action unfolding. However, before he could fire, Mosa stopped the two and revealed the lady to be a friend. Shrugging, he readjusts him aim only at the squid.
"We having Calamari this time?" He asked.
The setting changes from Neopolis - Upper City to Nebulon Under Forests
"nope old model so you need to 'break' it down I hope you paid attention when it unfolded, otherwise you are up for an annoying tent" Gelon said and check his sample box and the samples "well they look good" he said before watch Halcyon again "yeah seems fair enough just like with my arm, took out 6 and paid with my arm, hehe at the start I was hard to adjust to but now I can't image my life without it, well I can but he it's hand, only down side being that I need to inject myself each day with nanobots to prevent rejection from my body" he said and watch Deunan
The setting changes from Nebulon Under Forests to Neopolis - Lower City
The Second Gunsever did not expect Sentinel's telekinetic counterattack. It was preparing to run him over...which only let it receive a face full of the repelled missiles, staggering and stopping it in its tracks, giving Sentinel a brief chance to scramble. Almost immediately, though, the tank recovered, and even though he permanently destroyed its right turret, the left turret is still active. The 360 degree turret tracks Sentinel, ripping apart his cover as he continued moving. Without a cover of its own, though, the Gunsever tanked Sentinel's blast repeatedly, while driving backwards to keep up with the moving Sentinel. The first particle blast from Sentinel shook the Gunsever. The second one hit it in the left MLRS pods, denting it severely. The Gunsever ran over a sofa as it continue driving to pursue Sentinel. Eventually, the third blast hits its upper half, and a loud, clattering noise is heard. The entire tank recoiled greatly from that third shot, pushed back to smash a medium-sized bookcase, causing a torrent of burnt and ruined books to fall on top of it. Smoke rises from the machine.
Has Sentinel won?
The sound of shifting machinery.
Nope.
The Gunsever "splits" apart; its missile pods swinging upwards, revealing a pair of shoulders, with the turret mounts behind it swinging forwards, and revealing a pair of powerful looking, metallic hands, which smash onto the floor to push the transforming machine up. The wheel mounts reveal themselves to be legs. The main cannon folds and the signo jammer swings forward, and the Gunsever's "True" form reveals itself:
The Napishtim Gear's blue visor flashed as it turned towards Sentinel. With its wheel-mounting legs, it skates across the library, raising its left arm, with the still active left turret, and firing away with more mobility and accuracy. At the same time, the vulcans mounted on the Gunsever's head fires, and its right hand reaches on its bacpack, previously the tank form's upper half, to draw a previously unseen large beam rifle....which it also aims at Sentinel.
A barrage of repeating mega particle beam is hurled towards the wounded synthetic warrior, complemented with the kinetic rounds from the left turret arm and the head vulcan. The Gunsever's wheel-legs also now allow it to not only tank Sentinel's attacks, but also dodge and evade with greater finese and agility. It's like a completely different machine now, trading durability for agility and sheer firepower.
Unfortunately, before Byatis' corrossive claws could work through the many layers of thick armor and reach the AI core, the first Gunsever also decided to take this time to transform. Accompanied by a series of mechanical whirrings and shiftings, the entire machine suddenly stood up, and revealed a pair of hands, feet, and a head. Clockwork still held on to the large Gear as it transformed, but this only gave it the perfect opportunity to grab the two of them with its newfound hands. Pulling them from its own body as it sped through the library on its now leg-mounted wheels, it holds both Byatis and Clockwork up, before smashing them onto each other like a pair of rocks.
Clockwork looks at Byatis as they get closer and closer. "OH FU-", he tried to exclaim, only to reveal a face full of Byatis.
The transformed Gunsever then quickly hurls the two of them through the air, before raising its right arm and firing the turret still active there to fire at the two in a sweeping motion. Clockwork's relatively thin armor is riddled with the bullets, loud, metallic noises can be heard as they are pierced, with the bullets audibly ricocheting inside the purple synthetic's armor, before he eventually dropped to the ground, and immediately grabnbed an overturned bookshelf and dragged himself to hide behind it and recover.
Loud beepings can be heard from Clockwork's body, followed by a rising smoke and electrical sparkings. "Damnit...!", he whispered in frustation. He's still got some life in him yet, despite taking a full barrage of the powerful bullets up close....but he can't afford to make any careless moves. He peeks from the bookcase, holding tight to his spear and looking for Byatis between the burnt books.
The first Gunsever screeches to a halt. Behind it is a dead end, only the massive, thick walls are there. Nowhere to run. Its Crude AI realized this. It right arm stopped firing the turrets.....and instead reached for its backpack, from which a strange, cylindrical object popped out. A buzzing, sparking sound is heard, and a bright green, ferocious looking beam slasher emerges from the cylinder. The Gunsever raises its left arm, and, with a jerky, primitive motion that made it look like a clay animated doll, it moved its whole hand towards itself to perform a "Bring it" taunting gesture.
Has Sentinel won?
The sound of shifting machinery.
Nope.
The Gunsever "splits" apart; its missile pods swinging upwards, revealing a pair of shoulders, with the turret mounts behind it swinging forwards, and revealing a pair of powerful looking, metallic hands, which smash onto the floor to push the transforming machine up. The wheel mounts reveal themselves to be legs. The main cannon folds and the signo jammer swings forward, and the Gunsever's "True" form reveals itself:
The Napishtim Gear's blue visor flashed as it turned towards Sentinel. With its wheel-mounting legs, it skates across the library, raising its left arm, with the still active left turret, and firing away with more mobility and accuracy. At the same time, the vulcans mounted on the Gunsever's head fires, and its right hand reaches on its bacpack, previously the tank form's upper half, to draw a previously unseen large beam rifle....which it also aims at Sentinel.
A barrage of repeating mega particle beam is hurled towards the wounded synthetic warrior, complemented with the kinetic rounds from the left turret arm and the head vulcan. The Gunsever's wheel-legs also now allow it to not only tank Sentinel's attacks, but also dodge and evade with greater finese and agility. It's like a completely different machine now, trading durability for agility and sheer firepower.
Unfortunately, before Byatis' corrossive claws could work through the many layers of thick armor and reach the AI core, the first Gunsever also decided to take this time to transform. Accompanied by a series of mechanical whirrings and shiftings, the entire machine suddenly stood up, and revealed a pair of hands, feet, and a head. Clockwork still held on to the large Gear as it transformed, but this only gave it the perfect opportunity to grab the two of them with its newfound hands. Pulling them from its own body as it sped through the library on its now leg-mounted wheels, it holds both Byatis and Clockwork up, before smashing them onto each other like a pair of rocks.
Clockwork looks at Byatis as they get closer and closer. "OH FU-", he tried to exclaim, only to reveal a face full of Byatis.
The transformed Gunsever then quickly hurls the two of them through the air, before raising its right arm and firing the turret still active there to fire at the two in a sweeping motion. Clockwork's relatively thin armor is riddled with the bullets, loud, metallic noises can be heard as they are pierced, with the bullets audibly ricocheting inside the purple synthetic's armor, before he eventually dropped to the ground, and immediately grabnbed an overturned bookshelf and dragged himself to hide behind it and recover.
Loud beepings can be heard from Clockwork's body, followed by a rising smoke and electrical sparkings. "Damnit...!", he whispered in frustation. He's still got some life in him yet, despite taking a full barrage of the powerful bullets up close....but he can't afford to make any careless moves. He peeks from the bookcase, holding tight to his spear and looking for Byatis between the burnt books.
The first Gunsever screeches to a halt. Behind it is a dead end, only the massive, thick walls are there. Nowhere to run. Its Crude AI realized this. It right arm stopped firing the turrets.....and instead reached for its backpack, from which a strange, cylindrical object popped out. A buzzing, sparking sound is heard, and a bright green, ferocious looking beam slasher emerges from the cylinder. The Gunsever raises its left arm, and, with a jerky, primitive motion that made it look like a clay animated doll, it moved its whole hand towards itself to perform a "Bring it" taunting gesture.
The setting changes from Neopolis - Lower City to Neopolis - Upper City
Preston lowered his weapon for a moment, rethinking the situation. Mosa knew Quin as a friend, and that was now fact. However, he said nothing about the squid-like being, and to him, was a potential hostile. As Preston prepared to speak, the sudden movement of Quin picking up Lekan made Preston and Colt exchange quick, confused glances with Mosa, followed by the two of them raising their guns again, despite Quin lowering Lekan down a moment later. "You sure know some fucking weird people, Mosa," Colt said as he glanced at Quin, "but you don't know HIM," Colt adjusted his aim to Lekan, with Preston doing the same. At that moment, Colt's ears perked up at the sound of James entering the restaurant. "Just in time, James," Colt narrowed his eyes and smiled. Preston looked over to his brother, who he just noticed was standing next to him with his rifle drawn. "Glad to see your back, James. Maybe you could help us figure out who our second guest is."
It must have been an odd scene to see; two humans and a mouse holding a squid a gunpoint, while a bug and an alligator stood by and watched.
It must have been an odd scene to see; two humans and a mouse holding a squid a gunpoint, while a bug and an alligator stood by and watched.
The setting changes from Neopolis - Upper City to Neopolis - Lower City
Realizing that the tank is transforming into something more mobile, Sentinel decides to begin moving around the upper level even faster than before, taking large bounds between cases and firing in between. If he was hit by that barrage, it would be the end of him. Realizing that with the added mobility he wouldn't be able to disable the tank, Sentinel takes a different path. While dashing, he diverts much of his power supply to the telekinetic module installed. While still not fully developed, it was the only way that Sentinel would be able to deal with the Gunsever now.
Landing behind a small protrusion in the wall, he stops and watches as the barrage continues forward. Immediately turning once he is hidden, he pops out from the side he first emerged from. Lifting both particle cannons, he launches himself into the air towards the Gunsever, shooting rapid-fire at the tank's "head". Blasting a telekinetic push at the Gunsever's legs to trip it, he lands on the thing's back and unleashes the full power of the module as a blast into the body, hoping to destroy in one quick move. As a back-up, Sentinel unsheathed the blades and lunged towards the head, hoping to stab through the connection and destroy the systems inside.
Landing behind a small protrusion in the wall, he stops and watches as the barrage continues forward. Immediately turning once he is hidden, he pops out from the side he first emerged from. Lifting both particle cannons, he launches himself into the air towards the Gunsever, shooting rapid-fire at the tank's "head". Blasting a telekinetic push at the Gunsever's legs to trip it, he lands on the thing's back and unleashes the full power of the module as a blast into the body, hoping to destroy in one quick move. As a back-up, Sentinel unsheathed the blades and lunged towards the head, hoping to stab through the connection and destroy the systems inside.
The setting changes from Neopolis - Lower City to Neopolis - Upper City
As time went on, fear subsided as the large, threatening-looking Beastman turned out to be friendly. Well, friendly to the Genesior who had lost interest in trying to kill Lekan, which was close enough. The human and the smaller Beastman remained unconvinced though. He was a little startled when Quin picked him up and shook him a bit, but when she placed him on the ground and started frisking him he realised it was more out of curiosity than anything else.
He had ten tentacles in all, two of which were longer than the others and seemed to serve as the main pair of arms. Quin's searching revealed that they were squishy, pliant flesh through and through. No trace of cybernetics could be felt underneath the skin. Lekan couldn't help but squirm a little, as the Genesior's hand-like appendages were tickling him.
At that point, another human had entered the room, evidently familiar to the others. Said human then proceeded to make a comment that could have been regarded by certain individuals present as... somewhat tactless.
"I am not food, and I am not an enemy!" Lekan protested indignantly. All eyes (and quite a few guns) were on him, and it was making him nervous. Explaining himself was the best thing to do right now.
"My name is Lekan, and judging by the looks on your faces I'm going to assume none of you have seen an Ondari before." It didn't come as much of a surprise to him, really. Although Ondari were present on several major worlds and star systems these days, they usually stayed within their own isolated communities. "I was following the crowds to one of the orbital elevators hoping to get off-world as soon as possible when this woman here opened fire on me. I had to defend myself, obviously, and... I'm not entirely sure what happened next, but we've somehow... ended up... here... I'm sorry about the roof," he finished meekly.
He had ten tentacles in all, two of which were longer than the others and seemed to serve as the main pair of arms. Quin's searching revealed that they were squishy, pliant flesh through and through. No trace of cybernetics could be felt underneath the skin. Lekan couldn't help but squirm a little, as the Genesior's hand-like appendages were tickling him.
At that point, another human had entered the room, evidently familiar to the others. Said human then proceeded to make a comment that could have been regarded by certain individuals present as... somewhat tactless.
"I am not food, and I am not an enemy!" Lekan protested indignantly. All eyes (and quite a few guns) were on him, and it was making him nervous. Explaining himself was the best thing to do right now.
"My name is Lekan, and judging by the looks on your faces I'm going to assume none of you have seen an Ondari before." It didn't come as much of a surprise to him, really. Although Ondari were present on several major worlds and star systems these days, they usually stayed within their own isolated communities. "I was following the crowds to one of the orbital elevators hoping to get off-world as soon as possible when this woman here opened fire on me. I had to defend myself, obviously, and... I'm not entirely sure what happened next, but we've somehow... ended up... here... I'm sorry about the roof," he finished meekly.
The setting changes from Neopolis - Upper City to Neopolis - Lower City
Byatis wretched at being smashed into Clockwork, his pointy armour jabbed at his flesh. He didn't care if his corrosive claws came into contact or not. Before he could say anything, they were pelted with bullets. Clocked seem to take most of it but Byatis could feel several bullets pierce right through his flesh, feeling the exit wounds one after the other. Byatis quickly dropped to the floor behind another bookcase, but off to the side. He landed on his side and played dead. One eye opened and watched Clock, who was looking back at him. Byatis gave him a wink and lay limp. To the Gunsever's sensors, it would detect no heartbeat, Byatis never had one.
As the Gunsever activated its beam sword and walked toward Clockwork, Byatis had played dead long enough for his healing factor to at least close the wounds. The internal damage could wait. Byatis grinned as soon as he was out of the Gunsever's camera view. With this new form, its AI core was much easier to spot, and should have less armour plating. Byatis quickly got up and leaped using his powerful hind legs, and lands on the Gunsever's head. With a new coat of acid, Byatis screeches and stabs the head repeatedly.
As the Gunsever activated its beam sword and walked toward Clockwork, Byatis had played dead long enough for his healing factor to at least close the wounds. The internal damage could wait. Byatis grinned as soon as he was out of the Gunsever's camera view. With this new form, its AI core was much easier to spot, and should have less armour plating. Byatis quickly got up and leaped using his powerful hind legs, and lands on the Gunsever's head. With a new coat of acid, Byatis screeches and stabs the head repeatedly.
The setting changes from Neopolis - Lower City to Stratevaria Galaxy
(Fucking hell, I forgot to post the location when the page refreshed, we are in the lower city.)
Keeton opens his left eye, his head hurts and loud sounds can be heard throughout the room. He peeks over his cover just in time to see a mech smash Byatis and Sentinel together. Keeton is very confused at to what is happening. He tries to locate clockwork, to no avail. He then sees Byatis crawl over to shelter and collapse. Things are looking very bad, there are two mysterious mechs combatting a wounded sentinel, the abomination bleeding out on the floor, and he can't find Clockwork.
He reached for his holster, nothing, he must have left his gun where his old cover was. Keeton was helpless, and as of late he was the one jeprodizing the team. Keeton unsheathes his cutlass as it erupts with electrical energy. "It's my only chance..." he whispers to himself. If keeton could pierce through one of the war machines armor he could exaust the power charge to create an EMP taking down one of them. But after that Keeton would have drained all his shields and would be left completely vulnerable.
The sounds of the combat left him in sheer pain as his head felt like it would implode on itself, but Keeton struggles to his feet and prepares for his attack. At his current location he would not be able to effectively strike one down. So he did what any real sailor would do. He starts to climb to the top of the burning building.
Keeton opens his left eye, his head hurts and loud sounds can be heard throughout the room. He peeks over his cover just in time to see a mech smash Byatis and Sentinel together. Keeton is very confused at to what is happening. He tries to locate clockwork, to no avail. He then sees Byatis crawl over to shelter and collapse. Things are looking very bad, there are two mysterious mechs combatting a wounded sentinel, the abomination bleeding out on the floor, and he can't find Clockwork.
He reached for his holster, nothing, he must have left his gun where his old cover was. Keeton was helpless, and as of late he was the one jeprodizing the team. Keeton unsheathes his cutlass as it erupts with electrical energy. "It's my only chance..." he whispers to himself. If keeton could pierce through one of the war machines armor he could exaust the power charge to create an EMP taking down one of them. But after that Keeton would have drained all his shields and would be left completely vulnerable.
The sounds of the combat left him in sheer pain as his head felt like it would implode on itself, but Keeton struggles to his feet and prepares for his attack. At his current location he would not be able to effectively strike one down. So he did what any real sailor would do. He starts to climb to the top of the burning building.
The setting changes from Stratevaria Galaxy to Nebulon Under Forests
They can hear Deunan whine upon Gelon's explanation. "Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!" In spite of that, she took care of the tent obediently.
Halcyon lets out a simple "Hmmm" and a nod as he listened to Gelon's story, nodding once or twice.
Deunan fumbled and messed around with the tent for a while, but eventually, she folded it, and walked towards Gelon with an exaggerated pout. "Here!", she said as she shoves the folded tent into Gelon's arms. She kept that pout for a few seconds.....but eventually turned it into a playful smile.
"Let's go.", Halcyon stated, and he leads the three. "I know this forest like the back of my hand."
Under Halcyon's guide, they successfully navigate through the forest in a safe route. This way, they can enjoy the seminatural beauty of the Under Forests without the threat of being eaten, stabbed, strangled, poisoned, or crushed to death. The weather is particularly pleasant this time of the day...warm enough that they don't get cold, yet breezy enough that they don't sweat everywhere.
Eventually, they find the Skymobile police corps outpost...and the orbital elevator next to it. It had long been abandoned, with the Underforest vegetation growing over it, dark green vines and lime green mosses covering up green-ish gray metal walls. The trio walk up the stairs on the exterior of the outpost, and on top, is the cylindrical orbital elevator. While its clear color made it look like it was made of glass, the orbital elevator is actually incredibly sturdy. They can see an old, weathered NG-3 Gunsever transformable tank by the elevator's door. By the looks of it, this Gunsever seemed to have been guarding the orbital elevator for years...and successfully, at that.
Deunan looks up to gaze at the sheer size of the elevator - it stretches so far into the sky, they can't even see the top.
Halcyon turns to Gelon. "So I suppose this is where we part ways....you take the elevator to the space station, while me and Deunan get to the Upper City?"
Halcyon lets out a simple "Hmmm" and a nod as he listened to Gelon's story, nodding once or twice.
Deunan fumbled and messed around with the tent for a while, but eventually, she folded it, and walked towards Gelon with an exaggerated pout. "Here!", she said as she shoves the folded tent into Gelon's arms. She kept that pout for a few seconds.....but eventually turned it into a playful smile.
"Let's go.", Halcyon stated, and he leads the three. "I know this forest like the back of my hand."
Under Halcyon's guide, they successfully navigate through the forest in a safe route. This way, they can enjoy the seminatural beauty of the Under Forests without the threat of being eaten, stabbed, strangled, poisoned, or crushed to death. The weather is particularly pleasant this time of the day...warm enough that they don't get cold, yet breezy enough that they don't sweat everywhere.
Eventually, they find the Skymobile police corps outpost...and the orbital elevator next to it. It had long been abandoned, with the Underforest vegetation growing over it, dark green vines and lime green mosses covering up green-ish gray metal walls. The trio walk up the stairs on the exterior of the outpost, and on top, is the cylindrical orbital elevator. While its clear color made it look like it was made of glass, the orbital elevator is actually incredibly sturdy. They can see an old, weathered NG-3 Gunsever transformable tank by the elevator's door. By the looks of it, this Gunsever seemed to have been guarding the orbital elevator for years...and successfully, at that.
Deunan looks up to gaze at the sheer size of the elevator - it stretches so far into the sky, they can't even see the top.
Halcyon turns to Gelon. "So I suppose this is where we part ways....you take the elevator to the space station, while me and Deunan get to the Upper City?"
The setting changes from Nebulon Under Forests to Neopolis - Upper City
Mosa casually waved and grinned at James as he entered the restaurant into the bizzarre scene. "JAMES!! Oh good, you got Mosa everything-", before he could finish his sentence, though, James raised his weapon, and Mosa once again raises his hand to calm him down. "Hey, HEY HEY!....No, Mosa don't like calamari much. Too smelly...." Mosa stayed silent for a bit, then turned to Lekan with the biggest grin he's ever seen. "..Unless you fry them, of course."
Mosa nods at Colt's comment. "Plenty of weird people in Stratevaria. Like you, Colt! HAHAHAHHAHA!", Mosa said, laughing in a good natured and playful way. He glanced at Lekan, and strokes his chin, with a curious smile. "..That's right...who you be, blue squid?"
Quin paid particular interest to the two main tentacles, checking them incredibly thoroughly....and was visibly surprised when she found no traces of modifications. She then paid attention to Lekan as he nervously explained himself.
Quin stayed silent for a while, looking at Lekan with all her focused eyes. "......The Orbital Elevator was closed. That was why I shot at you."
A pause.
"....I may have been too harsh."
Another pause.
"...Are you hurt?", she suddenly asked in a voice with a very subdued tone. There is a hint of concern there......subtle, but genuine.
Mosa takes a moment to process Lekan's words. And then suddenly burst out laughing."BWAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!....awww.....so this is all about the orbital elevator, eh? My, my...", Mosa shook his head.
Quin blinks. "I was only doing my job. I did not mean to harm anyone.....much."It's always hard to tell with a Genesior, but Quin has a.....curious...look in her eyes, looking over Lekan from top to bottom.
"...you fought bravely. You should be proud.", she blurted out.
Mosa takes this moment to walk over and recover the groceries James dropped. "Baaah, James! You should've been more careful with these eggs!! They're all broken and gooey now....", Mosa said in an annoyed tone.
"Anyways...you going to the orbital elevators, eh.....well. Mosa was just thinking of going there, with Preston, Colt, and James too! Hahahahaha!", Mosa claimed. He hesitated for a bit, but being Mosa, it was only for a bit, before he suddenly asked, "Maybe you'd like to come with us, both of you?"
Mosa nods at Colt's comment. "Plenty of weird people in Stratevaria. Like you, Colt! HAHAHAHHAHA!", Mosa said, laughing in a good natured and playful way. He glanced at Lekan, and strokes his chin, with a curious smile. "..That's right...who you be, blue squid?"
Quin paid particular interest to the two main tentacles, checking them incredibly thoroughly....and was visibly surprised when she found no traces of modifications. She then paid attention to Lekan as he nervously explained himself.
Quin stayed silent for a while, looking at Lekan with all her focused eyes. "......The Orbital Elevator was closed. That was why I shot at you."
A pause.
"....I may have been too harsh."
Another pause.
"...Are you hurt?", she suddenly asked in a voice with a very subdued tone. There is a hint of concern there......subtle, but genuine.
Mosa takes a moment to process Lekan's words. And then suddenly burst out laughing."BWAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!....awww.....so this is all about the orbital elevator, eh? My, my...", Mosa shook his head.
Quin blinks. "I was only doing my job. I did not mean to harm anyone.....much."It's always hard to tell with a Genesior, but Quin has a.....curious...look in her eyes, looking over Lekan from top to bottom.
"...you fought bravely. You should be proud.", she blurted out.
Mosa takes this moment to walk over and recover the groceries James dropped. "Baaah, James! You should've been more careful with these eggs!! They're all broken and gooey now....", Mosa said in an annoyed tone.
"Anyways...you going to the orbital elevators, eh.....well. Mosa was just thinking of going there, with Preston, Colt, and James too! Hahahahaha!", Mosa claimed. He hesitated for a bit, but being Mosa, it was only for a bit, before he suddenly asked, "Maybe you'd like to come with us, both of you?"
The setting changes from Neopolis - Upper City to Neopolis - Lower City
The second Gunsever drifted and dashed through the library like a massive skater, dodging more and more of Sentinel's particle blasts, and countering with its own powerful repeating shots. However, it was unable to dodge Sentinel's telekinetic attack, causing it to trip and fall face first onto the ground. One can just hear the sheer weight of the metallic colossus, as it crushed the floor beneath it. It continued skidding through the floor for a while, giving Sentinel ample time to charge up....and eventually tear through the mecha's backpack and the AI core with one blow. The sound of the chassis collapsing and falling apart is heard through the entire library. The Gunsever's blue visor flickers for one last time, before Sentinel's blade delivers the coup de grace, the blade stabbing right through the visor brutally.
The mecha's 'corpse' skid more and more through the floor.....and smashes onto the wall, with such a force that Gunsever's stabbed head is crushed upon impact, and Sentinel is thrown off the mecha's torn apart back. Electrical sparkings and smoke rises from the Ivory Rook's body. Finally....the second Gunsever is down.
Clockwork bent his knees as Byatis blinked at him, the thrusters once again warming up for the final moves. The Gunsever raises its beam slasher, and was about to launch towards Clockwork....when Byatis tackled it. His claws puncture the head vulcans, and took it out of commision before the Gunsever could use them against him. Shaking wildly, the massive mecha readied its right arm turrets to fire away at the eldritch rogue....
"Oh no you don't!",
....When Clockwork suddenly dashed out of cover, twirled his spear at maximum speed, and delivered a wide, accurate, single sweeping slash at the Gunsever's right arm - lopping off the turret with a violent metallic grating noise. The Gunsever is forced to quick parry Clockwork's attacks with the beam slasher, giving Byatis free reign to eviscerate the head. However, this Gunsever isn't done yet; it proceeds to spin, dash, and speed away from Clockwork....and suddenly, its rapidly melting head is launched off the neck, with Byatis on it, and several hidden rocket boosters underneath. Byatis' corrossive acid managed to melt through the head and the neck stump, and they can see the green circle on the Gunsever's chest blinking as its AI core is partially compromised. Clockwork briefly glanced at Byatis from the corner of his eye, but is completely confident he will be fine, and thus proceeded to pursue the fleeing Gunsever, now that it has run out of ranged weapons.
Or so he thought.
With a click, the mecha launched six missiles from its shoulders, three towards Clockwork, three towards the falling Byatis. Clockwork dashed behind one of the bookcases, letting the massive structure take the hit for him. Not done yet, the tenacious Gunsever swerved to the right and flung several grenades into the air, which exploded near both Clockwork and Byatis, and blows apart Clockwork's cover, throwing him several meters into the air.
"FFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!", Clockwork loudly voiced out his frustations, the explosion having blown off his left shoulder armor. He smashes into the top shelf of one of the massive bookcases, pushing aside several burnt and ruined books as he slams onto the back of the shelf. Clockwork shooks his head.
This machine is a never ending source of frustation for both of them.
From the top of the building and through a hole on the roof, Keeton spots the corpse of the first Gunsever on the east end of the library, as well as the still-active second Gunsever giving trouble to both Clockwork and Byatis on the west end. It has not noticed the far away Keeton yet, still continuing to barrage Clockwork and Byatis with missiles and grenades.
The mecha's 'corpse' skid more and more through the floor.....and smashes onto the wall, with such a force that Gunsever's stabbed head is crushed upon impact, and Sentinel is thrown off the mecha's torn apart back. Electrical sparkings and smoke rises from the Ivory Rook's body. Finally....the second Gunsever is down.
Clockwork bent his knees as Byatis blinked at him, the thrusters once again warming up for the final moves. The Gunsever raises its beam slasher, and was about to launch towards Clockwork....when Byatis tackled it. His claws puncture the head vulcans, and took it out of commision before the Gunsever could use them against him. Shaking wildly, the massive mecha readied its right arm turrets to fire away at the eldritch rogue....
"Oh no you don't!",
....When Clockwork suddenly dashed out of cover, twirled his spear at maximum speed, and delivered a wide, accurate, single sweeping slash at the Gunsever's right arm - lopping off the turret with a violent metallic grating noise. The Gunsever is forced to quick parry Clockwork's attacks with the beam slasher, giving Byatis free reign to eviscerate the head. However, this Gunsever isn't done yet; it proceeds to spin, dash, and speed away from Clockwork....and suddenly, its rapidly melting head is launched off the neck, with Byatis on it, and several hidden rocket boosters underneath. Byatis' corrossive acid managed to melt through the head and the neck stump, and they can see the green circle on the Gunsever's chest blinking as its AI core is partially compromised. Clockwork briefly glanced at Byatis from the corner of his eye, but is completely confident he will be fine, and thus proceeded to pursue the fleeing Gunsever, now that it has run out of ranged weapons.
Or so he thought.
With a click, the mecha launched six missiles from its shoulders, three towards Clockwork, three towards the falling Byatis. Clockwork dashed behind one of the bookcases, letting the massive structure take the hit for him. Not done yet, the tenacious Gunsever swerved to the right and flung several grenades into the air, which exploded near both Clockwork and Byatis, and blows apart Clockwork's cover, throwing him several meters into the air.
"FFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!", Clockwork loudly voiced out his frustations, the explosion having blown off his left shoulder armor. He smashes into the top shelf of one of the massive bookcases, pushing aside several burnt and ruined books as he slams onto the back of the shelf. Clockwork shooks his head.
This machine is a never ending source of frustation for both of them.
From the top of the building and through a hole on the roof, Keeton spots the corpse of the first Gunsever on the east end of the library, as well as the still-active second Gunsever giving trouble to both Clockwork and Byatis on the west end. It has not noticed the far away Keeton yet, still continuing to barrage Clockwork and Byatis with missiles and grenades.
The setting changes from Neopolis - Lower City to Neopolis - Upper City
After hearing Lekan's explanation, Preston lowered his handgun and holstered it, walking back to the previous table they were sitting at. Colt held the gun at Lekan a while longer, before holstering his and tossing his arms up in the air, not exactly satisfied with the outcome of the situation, nor caring to listen while Quin, Mosa and Lekan talked on. As he was walking back to the table, he flipped Mosa off in response to being called weird. Despite it being used in a friendly manner, Colt wasn't one for shits and giggles. He muttered something under his breath, and sat down next to Preston grabbing the shot glass and drinking it.
The setting changes from Neopolis - Upper City to Neopolis - Lower City
As soon as he head launched Byatis off the Gunsever, he leaped toward the metal supports that held up the newer part of the upper floor, where Megahertz was. Byatis was about to cut the supports with his claws but jumps out of the way once more to let Gunsever's missiles do the trick. Byatis watched for a moment at Clock's tactics and this thing wasn't going down. He was starting to get tired a bit as well but, he had to keep at it. And quite honestly he was surprised the elevator is still intact. He looked over as he saw Sentinel take care of the other mech...but Keeton was nowhere to be found. Did he run away? Byatis wouldn't be surprised. Suddenly however, now grenades were being pelted at him! How in the hell was this building still standing?! Quickly, Byatis crouched down on all fours and whacked the grenades with his tail back to the Gunsever. "FORE!" He called out, jokingly.
Keeton stood at the top of the library looking over the scene before him. His allies Sentinel, Byatis, and Clockwork were all still alive, and only one mech remains. The library in ruins once more, smoldering away as it once did in the past.
He turns his blade downwards and grabs the grip with both hands. He reroutes all of his energy from within his armor into the blade. The cutlass roars with limitless power.
In order for the plan to work he needs to have enough momentum to plunge the blade into the A.I. core. You would have more luck locating and extracting a needle from within a pile of glass shards.
"Fuck, this is suicide." he says quietly to himself.
This is it, so many things could go wrong, but this is the last stand. He watches as his allies, tired and beaten, wage on their futile battle against the last mech. Keeton drops from the roof and descends downwards hoping to land his target.
He turns his blade downwards and grabs the grip with both hands. He reroutes all of his energy from within his armor into the blade. The cutlass roars with limitless power.
In order for the plan to work he needs to have enough momentum to plunge the blade into the A.I. core. You would have more luck locating and extracting a needle from within a pile of glass shards.
"Fuck, this is suicide." he says quietly to himself.
This is it, so many things could go wrong, but this is the last stand. He watches as his allies, tired and beaten, wage on their futile battle against the last mech. Keeton drops from the roof and descends downwards hoping to land his target.
The setting changes from Neopolis - Lower City to Nebulon Under Forests
Gelon snicker and mess up Deunan hair "not easy of no one is there to help" he Said and pat her cheek "You Will learn life is not easy" he said and smile
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"no upper city to get my pay check then lower city and then here again to see if there is something in that police station and after that I'm gonna Visit a great restaurant in the upper city, the cook is called Mosa great guy" gelon said and got his pas out for the Gunsever so he could pass "let's hope it won't glitch this time"
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"no upper city to get my pay check then lower city and then here again to see if there is something in that police station and after that I'm gonna Visit a great restaurant in the upper city, the cook is called Mosa great guy" gelon said and got his pas out for the Gunsever so he could pass "let's hope it won't glitch this time"
The setting changes from Nebulon Under Forests to Neopolis - Lower City
Megahertz's eyes widened in terror when she saw Byatis approaching. Her panic however, turned to fury when Gunsever's missiles successfully destroy one of the support beams for the upper floor.
"Wait, WAIT! you DUMBASS!!! Watch where you aim!!!", she yelled out in a panicked tone. she can hear the metal creaking and looks back, spotting the Orbital Elevator's controls. Deciding to cut her losses, she ran and began fiddling with them.
The Gunsever receives back its own grenades from Byatis, the explosions blowing off a large chunk of its left shoulder MLRS pod and parts of its right thigh, causing it to stumble and stagger. Barely keeping itself upright, it didn't see Keeton coming at all.....as he dived from the top of the building and stabs the Gunsever through its broken neck stump...and directly into the AI core.
The machine froze. It's done. This is it. The green circle on Gunsever's chest blinks repeatedly in its critical condition. The mecha falls on its knees, and seems to be done for.
Suddenly, in one last attempt to finish its mission, it reactivated its beam slasher, and attempts to plunge it into Keeton still on top.....
...But at the last second, they can hear the sound of spinning metal in the air....
....And with a thunderous crash, the Gunsever's hand is cut off, before falling to the ground with a loud thud, the deactivated beam slasher cylinder bouncing off the floor. The blinking light of the AI Core blinks no more. The second Ivory Rook has been defeated.
The spinning metal traveled through the air, around Keeton.....and back into Clockwork's grip. He raised his right hand up to catch his thrown chainspear, while looking at K2, giving a thumbs up. He looks around, spotting his comrades...Sentinel, Byatis, and K2. They all survived this ferocious battle together...and because of that....he feels a sense of pride and camaraderie, no matter how brief this alliance is, and may be. Cheesy, perhaps, but he's never one to shy away from some well-aged cheese.
Meanwhile, above, Megahertz panics as she furiously presses on the buttons of the Orbital Elevator's controls.
"C'mon, c'moooon!!! six-two-one-three-two-six-one...."
"Wait, WAIT! you DUMBASS!!! Watch where you aim!!!", she yelled out in a panicked tone. she can hear the metal creaking and looks back, spotting the Orbital Elevator's controls. Deciding to cut her losses, she ran and began fiddling with them.
The Gunsever receives back its own grenades from Byatis, the explosions blowing off a large chunk of its left shoulder MLRS pod and parts of its right thigh, causing it to stumble and stagger. Barely keeping itself upright, it didn't see Keeton coming at all.....as he dived from the top of the building and stabs the Gunsever through its broken neck stump...and directly into the AI core.
The machine froze. It's done. This is it. The green circle on Gunsever's chest blinks repeatedly in its critical condition. The mecha falls on its knees, and seems to be done for.
Suddenly, in one last attempt to finish its mission, it reactivated its beam slasher, and attempts to plunge it into Keeton still on top.....
...But at the last second, they can hear the sound of spinning metal in the air....
....And with a thunderous crash, the Gunsever's hand is cut off, before falling to the ground with a loud thud, the deactivated beam slasher cylinder bouncing off the floor. The blinking light of the AI Core blinks no more. The second Ivory Rook has been defeated.
The spinning metal traveled through the air, around Keeton.....and back into Clockwork's grip. He raised his right hand up to catch his thrown chainspear, while looking at K2, giving a thumbs up. He looks around, spotting his comrades...Sentinel, Byatis, and K2. They all survived this ferocious battle together...and because of that....he feels a sense of pride and camaraderie, no matter how brief this alliance is, and may be. Cheesy, perhaps, but he's never one to shy away from some well-aged cheese.
Meanwhile, above, Megahertz panics as she furiously presses on the buttons of the Orbital Elevator's controls.
"C'mon, c'moooon!!! six-two-one-three-two-six-one...."
The setting changes from Neopolis - Lower City to Nebulon Under Forests
Halcyon smiled and Deunan chuckled. "I guess we'll be coming with you for a while, then!", Deunan said chirpily. Halcyon nodded......until he suddenly widened his eyes. "...Wait. I just realized I forgot something in the camp. Damn it."
Deunan gave Halcyon an annoyed look. "Aww, Halcyon...seriously?!" Halcyon scratches the back of his head. "Sorry, sorry...I'll make it up with you one day, haha." He then turned to Gelon. "Don't let us keep you, then. Sounds like you have a busy day ahead of you." Deunan also turned to Gelon, and flashed him a smile. "Take care, and stay strong.....old man."
The Gunsever's main camera lets out a green flash, allowing Gelon to enter the orbital elevator....and finally leave the under forests.
Once inside the elevator, Gelon has time to rest. This will take a while. He can see Deunan and Halcyon waving at him from below, as they walk away and as he ascends to the skies. Eventually, the sight of the forests was replaced by the clouds of the Nebulon morning sky. Around him, Gelon can see the bright green sky of Nebulon. Quite a pleasant sight.
Suddenly, Gelon catches sight of a strange synthetic gynoid. From head to toe, she looks like a green robotic maid with golden synthetic parts and joints. Her red, dull-looking eyes are not looking at him, instead directed at the floor. Strange...he didn't see her when he came in.
After a few moments of awkward silence, the synthetic woman finally spoke up. "I...I have a message." Her voice is clear like a bell, and is quite pleasant to listen to, in spite, or maybe because of, the synthetic qualities.
Her red eyes glow, and projected a hologram onto the ground in front of Gelon....showing a blonde haired, middle aged man in a purple and red suit. Even though it is just a hologram, Gelon can feel his odd, piercing eyes. It's as if he's judging him, despite the smile he has plastered on his face.
The middle aged man bowed, and began speaking. "Greetings, Gelon Deskovitch. My name is Boris Kivorisch Drakov, of Drakov Industries...I have faith that you have heard of me." His voice oozes with confidence, and one can't blame him. The Drakov Industries is one of the most successful megacorp in Stratevaria, with a particularly heavy presence on Nebulon. They are the ones currently in charge of maintaining the Orbital Elevators in Nebulon, ever since the Galactic War crippled the Napishtim Federation. In fact...the Drakov red wyvern insignia can be seen on That Woman's golden headdress.
"I trust you, like everyone else in Stratevaria, witnessed GEHENNA's broadcast....I will get to the point. Drakov Industries is very interested in GEHENNA...and in what the entity could bring to this galaxy. Of course, the entity would not give its knowledge and power freely...but that's why fighters like you exist. I am putting together a team of the most experienced and powerful warriors. Backing them up with Drakov Industries' nigh-unlimited resources, I am sure that we will be able to do good for Stratevaria."
Boris' hologram pauses, and looks at Gelon eye to eye.
"I am willing to compensate you anyway you desire. I....WE....need your talents, Gelon Deskovitch."
The Elevator is almost at the upper city. Just a little more to go....
Deunan gave Halcyon an annoyed look. "Aww, Halcyon...seriously?!" Halcyon scratches the back of his head. "Sorry, sorry...I'll make it up with you one day, haha." He then turned to Gelon. "Don't let us keep you, then. Sounds like you have a busy day ahead of you." Deunan also turned to Gelon, and flashed him a smile. "Take care, and stay strong.....old man."
The Gunsever's main camera lets out a green flash, allowing Gelon to enter the orbital elevator....and finally leave the under forests.
Once inside the elevator, Gelon has time to rest. This will take a while. He can see Deunan and Halcyon waving at him from below, as they walk away and as he ascends to the skies. Eventually, the sight of the forests was replaced by the clouds of the Nebulon morning sky. Around him, Gelon can see the bright green sky of Nebulon. Quite a pleasant sight.
Suddenly, Gelon catches sight of a strange synthetic gynoid. From head to toe, she looks like a green robotic maid with golden synthetic parts and joints. Her red, dull-looking eyes are not looking at him, instead directed at the floor. Strange...he didn't see her when he came in.
After a few moments of awkward silence, the synthetic woman finally spoke up. "I...I have a message." Her voice is clear like a bell, and is quite pleasant to listen to, in spite, or maybe because of, the synthetic qualities.
Her red eyes glow, and projected a hologram onto the ground in front of Gelon....showing a blonde haired, middle aged man in a purple and red suit. Even though it is just a hologram, Gelon can feel his odd, piercing eyes. It's as if he's judging him, despite the smile he has plastered on his face.
The middle aged man bowed, and began speaking. "Greetings, Gelon Deskovitch. My name is Boris Kivorisch Drakov, of Drakov Industries...I have faith that you have heard of me." His voice oozes with confidence, and one can't blame him. The Drakov Industries is one of the most successful megacorp in Stratevaria, with a particularly heavy presence on Nebulon. They are the ones currently in charge of maintaining the Orbital Elevators in Nebulon, ever since the Galactic War crippled the Napishtim Federation. In fact...the Drakov red wyvern insignia can be seen on That Woman's golden headdress.
"I trust you, like everyone else in Stratevaria, witnessed GEHENNA's broadcast....I will get to the point. Drakov Industries is very interested in GEHENNA...and in what the entity could bring to this galaxy. Of course, the entity would not give its knowledge and power freely...but that's why fighters like you exist. I am putting together a team of the most experienced and powerful warriors. Backing them up with Drakov Industries' nigh-unlimited resources, I am sure that we will be able to do good for Stratevaria."
Boris' hologram pauses, and looks at Gelon eye to eye.
"I am willing to compensate you anyway you desire. I....WE....need your talents, Gelon Deskovitch."
The Elevator is almost at the upper city. Just a little more to go....
The setting changes from Nebulon Under Forests to Neopolis - Upper City
James nodded to Colt and Preston. "Gracias, sorry I'm late to the party." He said. As he did so, he slowly began to squeeze the trigger, only to be stopped by the Ondari's abrupt explanation about itself and how it ended up in the diner. That, and Mosa's assurance finally made him lower his weapon, laughing at Mosa's cynical joke about fried squid as he looked at Lekan. "Sorry about that, Lekan. Heat of the moment." He shrugs slightly as if it was no big deal.
After a moment of awkward silence, James pulls up a chair next to his brother and Colt and takes a seat. Just as he does however, he see's Mosa walk over to the strewn groceries and begins to pick them up all the while chastising him for breaking the eggs. With his face was hidden behind his helmet, James was free to roll his eyes and mock Mosa's usual reprimand. "So sorry, your highnesssssssssssssssssss........." Came his only reply as he threw his hands in the air in a gesture of annoyance in return.
After a moment of awkward silence, James pulls up a chair next to his brother and Colt and takes a seat. Just as he does however, he see's Mosa walk over to the strewn groceries and begins to pick them up all the while chastising him for breaking the eggs. With his face was hidden behind his helmet, James was free to roll his eyes and mock Mosa's usual reprimand. "So sorry, your highnesssssssssssssssssss........." Came his only reply as he threw his hands in the air in a gesture of annoyance in return.
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"okay" gelon says to the woman and listen to what Boris had to say "well if that is true sir Boris, I trust you know my hiring prices aren't cheap and rather unique at times especially like this mission, capturing an entity like this is no Childs play and the planet is rather dangerous and unmapped so my price will be high and unique so I hope you can bring up the money and the unique thing I will be asking as pay, but before I accept anything I would like to know who the team exists of so I can estimate my price more accurate" gelon said and took the woman by hand "do you mind to take a walk with me so we can continue this conversation?" Gelon asked pulling no punches on this conversation, his reputation is well know by the corps and some think to have his price sheet for missions but they are always wrong unless they have something he needs but still then the price can fluctuate
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After hearing Lekan's explanation, the trio holstered their weapons. One of them even apologised for the trouble, despite the fact that he hadn't been around when Lekan and Quin made their... entrance. There was nothing to be afraid of now that safety was assured.
The Ondari listened as his former aggressor told her side of the story. Her short statements coupled with long pauses gave him the impression that she didn't exactly talk to people very often. Still, she seemed polite, even going as far as asking about his well-being.
"I'm fine. I feel like I've been used as a punching bag, but other than that I should be okay," he told her. "How about you? We should probably get that ink washed off of you before it causes any permanent damage." Lekan was about to try and free himself from being pinned to the floor when he caught that unexpected remark from the Genesior.
"B-brave? Me? I was scared out of my wits the entire time!" he replied. Still, what could have stopped him from simply trying to rush past the blockade? Asides from Quin's suppressive fire, of course. Either way, he was quite flattered by her comment.
Upon hearing Mosa's suggestion of them all heading to the elevator as a group, Lekan was quick to agree. "Of course! Just give us a few minutes to catch our breath and we'll be right with you."
The Ondari listened as his former aggressor told her side of the story. Her short statements coupled with long pauses gave him the impression that she didn't exactly talk to people very often. Still, she seemed polite, even going as far as asking about his well-being.
"I'm fine. I feel like I've been used as a punching bag, but other than that I should be okay," he told her. "How about you? We should probably get that ink washed off of you before it causes any permanent damage." Lekan was about to try and free himself from being pinned to the floor when he caught that unexpected remark from the Genesior.
"B-brave? Me? I was scared out of my wits the entire time!" he replied. Still, what could have stopped him from simply trying to rush past the blockade? Asides from Quin's suppressive fire, of course. Either way, he was quite flattered by her comment.
Upon hearing Mosa's suggestion of them all heading to the elevator as a group, Lekan was quick to agree. "Of course! Just give us a few minutes to catch our breath and we'll be right with you."
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Starting up from the hulking ruins of the Gunsever mech, Sentinel watches as K2 plunges from the ceiling and stabs into the robot, destroying the AI core in one blow. Staggering from the damages he sustained, Sentinel walks over to where K2 had fallen unconscious and retrieves the hand cannon. Continuing over to K2 himself, Sentinel uttered, "I believe this belongs to you." Bowing slightly, he deposited the gun into the waiting hands. Walking over to the mech he had destroyed, Sentinel began methodically cutting off sheets of metal, forming them into a shape that would fit inside the hole in his chest. Bonding the sheets to him through the magnetic strips in his armor, Sentinel came to the conclusion that the impromptu armor was more necessary than power conservation. Turning to face his comrades as he though of them, Sentinel announced, "I think it is past time we met the one who is causing our troubles and get off this planet." Holstering one of the particle cannons, Sentinel heads upstairs and begins to hack through the security panel locking the door.
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Boris chuckles as he listened to Gelon. "I assure you, Mr. Deskovitch...I will spare no expenses. And these two will be your team mates."
That Woman summons two smaller holograms next to Boris, showing a turn around of two other warriors: one is a tall and athletic Beastman woman in a bright orange, red, and black armor which makes her look like a stereotypical bounty hunter, with the name 'Vlad', and the other is a huge elemental man made entirely out of ice, with a monstrous yet knight-like appearance, named 'Ridley'.
That Woman flinched upon Gelon's taking of her hand, reflexively pulling back. But upon feeling Boris' stare, she reciprocates, and nods. "Yes, sir."
The Orbital Elevator stops, and they've finally reached the Upper City. Looks like there was quite a riot here, with plenty of overturned cars and broken windows in sight. However, the skymobile police corps is on the case, cleaning up the rubble and shooing people away.
That Woman walks out with Gelon, the hologram of Boris disappearing as they do. However, Boris' voice is still audible.
"If you agree to work with me, then you should take the Orbital Elevator to reach the Exodus-class ship, Realta Nua. You will find my office on the third floor."
The Exodus-class ships are massive, city-esque, city-sized ships, and the main long-ranged transportations of most Stratevarians. Powered by some of the strongest engines and covered with the best Osenian titanium armor, they are known for being very safe and reliable. They are used by both the lower class as cheap transportation amongst worlds, and the upper class as temporary personal yachts.
That Woman summons two smaller holograms next to Boris, showing a turn around of two other warriors: one is a tall and athletic Beastman woman in a bright orange, red, and black armor which makes her look like a stereotypical bounty hunter, with the name 'Vlad', and the other is a huge elemental man made entirely out of ice, with a monstrous yet knight-like appearance, named 'Ridley'.
That Woman flinched upon Gelon's taking of her hand, reflexively pulling back. But upon feeling Boris' stare, she reciprocates, and nods. "Yes, sir."
The Orbital Elevator stops, and they've finally reached the Upper City. Looks like there was quite a riot here, with plenty of overturned cars and broken windows in sight. However, the skymobile police corps is on the case, cleaning up the rubble and shooing people away.
That Woman walks out with Gelon, the hologram of Boris disappearing as they do. However, Boris' voice is still audible.
"If you agree to work with me, then you should take the Orbital Elevator to reach the Exodus-class ship, Realta Nua. You will find my office on the third floor."
The Exodus-class ships are massive, city-esque, city-sized ships, and the main long-ranged transportations of most Stratevarians. Powered by some of the strongest engines and covered with the best Osenian titanium armor, they are known for being very safe and reliable. They are used by both the lower class as cheap transportation amongst worlds, and the upper class as temporary personal yachts.
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Mosa shot James a stare upon his smart remark....and smirks in response.
Quin finally lets go of Lekan, finally looking at all the ink on her body. When asked how she is doing, she simply said, "...I am wet with ink." in her usual, neutral tone.
Quin frowned at Lekan's modest words, but other than that, says nothing. She turns around, and heads to the restroom, passing by the sitting Colt and Preston. Before she enters, she stops, and without looking at them directly, simply says, "No peeking." She proceeded to enter the restroom.
Mosa nods boisterously to Lekan. "Of course, of course! Mosa can wait. Mosa tidied up restaurant." He then reaches for his pocket, whispering. "Where are..those..thingies........Aha!", pulling out several deep blue cards with glowing rims. He looks at everyone currently in the room.
"Yesssss. Preston, James, Colt, and Quin, you all have these veteran passes too. They should allow us to bring squiddy along." He stops at Lekan, nodding again, before gazing at the new skylight on the ceiling, smirking.
"This will be fun journey."
Quin finally lets go of Lekan, finally looking at all the ink on her body. When asked how she is doing, she simply said, "...I am wet with ink." in her usual, neutral tone.
Quin frowned at Lekan's modest words, but other than that, says nothing. She turns around, and heads to the restroom, passing by the sitting Colt and Preston. Before she enters, she stops, and without looking at them directly, simply says, "No peeking." She proceeded to enter the restroom.
Mosa nods boisterously to Lekan. "Of course, of course! Mosa can wait. Mosa tidied up restaurant." He then reaches for his pocket, whispering. "Where are..those..thingies........Aha!", pulling out several deep blue cards with glowing rims. He looks at everyone currently in the room.
"Yesssss. Preston, James, Colt, and Quin, you all have these veteran passes too. They should allow us to bring squiddy along." He stops at Lekan, nodding again, before gazing at the new skylight on the ceiling, smirking.
"This will be fun journey."
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Eventually, Megahetz punched in the codes for the orbital elevator. "AHA!"
At the same time, Sentinel successfully hacked through the security panel, and Clockwork kicks the unlocked the door open. "IT'S GOOFY TIME!", he shouted, feeling victorious.
Megahertz shrieks as she turns around, facing the....colorful foursome. "AHHH! SHIT!" She backs up against the orbital elevator entrance, raising both hands. "Okay, OKAY! YOU WIN! I SURRENDER! Take the orbital elevator! Just let me go!!"
She pauses, crumpling to the ground while looking up as the group approaches, their shadows looming over her. Her trembling hands pull out a dozen white plastic tickets from her pockets, flinging them to the ground.
"THERE!!..Y-you can have the pass to the Realta Nua ship that's headin' to Megido!! First class!! They were supposed to be for me and my best men, b-but...I guess they won't be needing it anymore, right? Aha..Ahahhahahahaha..haha..!", she nervously laughed.
At the same time, Sentinel successfully hacked through the security panel, and Clockwork kicks the unlocked the door open. "IT'S GOOFY TIME!", he shouted, feeling victorious.
Megahertz shrieks as she turns around, facing the....colorful foursome. "AHHH! SHIT!" She backs up against the orbital elevator entrance, raising both hands. "Okay, OKAY! YOU WIN! I SURRENDER! Take the orbital elevator! Just let me go!!"
She pauses, crumpling to the ground while looking up as the group approaches, their shadows looming over her. Her trembling hands pull out a dozen white plastic tickets from her pockets, flinging them to the ground.
"THERE!!..Y-you can have the pass to the Realta Nua ship that's headin' to Megido!! First class!! They were supposed to be for me and my best men, b-but...I guess they won't be needing it anymore, right? Aha..Ahahhahahahaha..haha..!", she nervously laughed.
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"Don't flatter yourself," Colt remarks in response to Quin's comment. Preston said nothing, as he was busy conversing with James.
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Byatis crawled in after Sentinel and grinned happily at the cowering Megahertz. Which, normally would be a jolly face but on a creature like Byatis, it was just unnerving. He walked forward and happily enters the orbital elevator, picking up a pass for himself with his tail. He crouched down in a sitting position on the elevator, watching his allies closely. He hated to admit it but the synthetics did a pretty good job beating the shit out of another couple of synthetics. He wasn't sure how long this alliance would last. He was already a part of a faction, that thankfully the rest of them have no idea about, but he wondered if any of the three were in a rival faction. On the brightside, that means Byatis has some knowledge about them anyway. He then looked around at the hi-tech interior of the elevator, such a huge contrast between the old, now destroyed, library. Byatis didn't like it, but just kept quiet, waiting for the rest to get in. The tentacles on his mane squirmed happily.
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Gelon nods and walks with the woman to the guardian labs "excuse me for a moment" he said to the woman and left her by the entrance and walk in. about 13 minutes later walked out again without the sample box and toke the woman's again but this time more carefully "if you don't like me holding your hand you can say it" he said to her then responded to Boris "i agree to come along, but i can't guarantee that the specimen will survive, that is up to stratevaria self" Gelon said and head to the orbital elevator
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Keeton saw the mech stagger, Byatis for once had actually done something useful. The blade pierced the mech's metal straight through the AI core. As volts of electrity ran through the interior of the machine. The cutlass was now just an ordinary blade,and Keeton had finally killed the beast.
Or so he thought...
It must have been running on backup generators, cause all Keeton remembered was the beam sword coming down upon him. His life flashing before his eyes, The cold unforgiving streets of Glacierra, the Old Man, the gouging. All of it shot through his mind like a speeding bullet, and then reality kicked in. The beam sword was now inches away from splitting him in two.
Keeton closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable, but instead there came a loud roar as something circled Keeton and crashed into the sword. The backup generators failed and the machine "lifeless". Looking to the right he discovered who had saved his pathetic life. None other then the guardian angel himself, clockwork. Keeton gives clockwork a smile and salutes him. After climbing off the fallen mech, sentinel gives Keeton his gun. "Shit, they got Jolly Roger." The gun had taken a lot of stress during that fight, and now needed to be repaired if it were to be used again.
Keeton follows the other three up the stairs and into the room. An odd looking lady lays on the floor pleading for her life. WAIT! did she say a ship?! The thought of Keeton having his own ship sends him into a mental fit of happiness. Which in turn makes him start laughing like a mad man from the excitement. Keeton still holding his cutlass, stabs a ticket and brings it up to pocket it. He joins the disgusting Byatis in the elevator. Alot of crazy shit has happened today, and it's only about to get worst.
"Can we hurry this up you two, I need a fucking drink!"
Or so he thought...
It must have been running on backup generators, cause all Keeton remembered was the beam sword coming down upon him. His life flashing before his eyes, The cold unforgiving streets of Glacierra, the Old Man, the gouging. All of it shot through his mind like a speeding bullet, and then reality kicked in. The beam sword was now inches away from splitting him in two.
Keeton closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable, but instead there came a loud roar as something circled Keeton and crashed into the sword. The backup generators failed and the machine "lifeless". Looking to the right he discovered who had saved his pathetic life. None other then the guardian angel himself, clockwork. Keeton gives clockwork a smile and salutes him. After climbing off the fallen mech, sentinel gives Keeton his gun. "Shit, they got Jolly Roger." The gun had taken a lot of stress during that fight, and now needed to be repaired if it were to be used again.
Keeton follows the other three up the stairs and into the room. An odd looking lady lays on the floor pleading for her life. WAIT! did she say a ship?! The thought of Keeton having his own ship sends him into a mental fit of happiness. Which in turn makes him start laughing like a mad man from the excitement. Keeton still holding his cutlass, stabs a ticket and brings it up to pocket it. He joins the disgusting Byatis in the elevator. Alot of crazy shit has happened today, and it's only about to get worst.
"Can we hurry this up you two, I need a fucking drink!"
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The Woman does not respond, merely going along with Gelon's lead. "Excellent!", Boris said enthusiastically. "And not to worry....at least I know I have someone I can count on. We are going to do wonders together, Gelon Deskovitch."
No longer being pinned to the ground, Lekan was able to get back up, floating gently in the air. Quin left him to go wash off the ink as per his suggestion, although he was puzzled why she said no peeking when she had an exoskeleton. Her attempt at a joke, perhaps?
Lekan's attention was then diverted to Mosa, by far the largest person in the room, as the Beastman rummaged through his huge pockets for something. Veteran passes, it turned out to be. Wait, all these people were veterans of the war?
The realisation hit him like a sledgehammer.
He had just fought against a Genesior veteran, and had not only survived without sustaining serious injuries but also been commended for his bravery by that very same individual. When Quin finally returned from freshening herself up, he gave her a nod of acknowledgement, making a mental note to have a chat with her in private later on.
When everyone was ready to leave, Lekan made sure to stick close to the party. He wasn't too sure about the two humans and the smaller Beastman yet, but he certainly felt a lot safer with Quin and Mosa around.
Lekan's attention was then diverted to Mosa, by far the largest person in the room, as the Beastman rummaged through his huge pockets for something. Veteran passes, it turned out to be. Wait, all these people were veterans of the war?
The realisation hit him like a sledgehammer.
He had just fought against a Genesior veteran, and had not only survived without sustaining serious injuries but also been commended for his bravery by that very same individual. When Quin finally returned from freshening herself up, he gave her a nod of acknowledgement, making a mental note to have a chat with her in private later on.
When everyone was ready to leave, Lekan made sure to stick close to the party. He wasn't too sure about the two humans and the smaller Beastman yet, but he certainly felt a lot safer with Quin and Mosa around.
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"yeah, IF we can get the speciemen cause if stratevaria doesn't want It dead before we can research it" gelon said and stand by the elevator and watch the woman "are we done? Or do I still need to know something?" Gelon asked as he got his pass ready
Quin looked at Lekan as she stepped out of the restroom. It's impossible to tell what she's thinking, with such a stoic face.
And with that, Mosa leads the group out of the restaurant, making sure to put up a sign on the front door with the words, "SORRY, WE'RE CLOSED" on it. Mosa and James do the heavy lifting, carrying bags upon bags of supplies for the journey; mostly food and clothes, being the two strong men. Colt was tasked with locking the doors, and Preston, Lekan, and Quin only have to carry their personal belongings.
Mosa walks with swagger, pride, and enthusiasm. One can just see his strength and experience, from the way he moves. He is the most obviously excited of the group. Determined to take down GEHENNA and spread the name of his restaurant, he leads the way.
Quin keeps her thoughts to herself. As they keep walking, Quin is reminded of her mother back home, who had been pestering her to get married for some time now. Somewhere in Quin's eccentric mind, she deduced that GEHENNA, the eldritch warrior who challenged all of Stratevaria, would be the perfect husband. All she needed to do is defeat him. She turned towards Lekan, looking at him curiously, wondering why a "coward" like him was so persistent in reaching the orbital elevators.However, she decided to save the questions for later.
They finally approach the Orbital Elevators, and with the passes, sucessfully left Nebulon. The Elevator is propelled to the skies, and Neopolis seems like it's getting smaller and smaller the higher they go. Eventually, the elevator completely left the atmosphere....entering the deep, dark space.
Mosa looks down, entranced by the beautiful sight of the green planet. From up here, the world seemed so small...
Quin, meanwhile, looks up, spotting the small space station, and around it, several small ships.
However, the one that would catch their eyes the most...is the ship that's even bigger than the space station itself: The Exodus-class Realta-Nua. The massive, off-white ship is quite a sight to behold, looking more like a city-sized ark than a space ship.
The orbital elevator finally stops, and the door hisses as it opens. The dull white and grey space station interior greets them. They can see travelers of various shapes, sizes, and colors walking about. A row of TV screens can be seen attached to the top of the walls. One of the screens have the words, 'F.S.S.REALTA NUA READY FOR DEPARTURE.' Mosa looked up at the screen, and smiles. That's their ship. He beckons everyone to follow him to the platform where the Realta Nua waits. Their journey has officially begun.
-CHAPTER 1 FIN.-
And with that, Mosa leads the group out of the restaurant, making sure to put up a sign on the front door with the words, "SORRY, WE'RE CLOSED" on it. Mosa and James do the heavy lifting, carrying bags upon bags of supplies for the journey; mostly food and clothes, being the two strong men. Colt was tasked with locking the doors, and Preston, Lekan, and Quin only have to carry their personal belongings.
Mosa walks with swagger, pride, and enthusiasm. One can just see his strength and experience, from the way he moves. He is the most obviously excited of the group. Determined to take down GEHENNA and spread the name of his restaurant, he leads the way.
Quin keeps her thoughts to herself. As they keep walking, Quin is reminded of her mother back home, who had been pestering her to get married for some time now. Somewhere in Quin's eccentric mind, she deduced that GEHENNA, the eldritch warrior who challenged all of Stratevaria, would be the perfect husband. All she needed to do is defeat him. She turned towards Lekan, looking at him curiously, wondering why a "coward" like him was so persistent in reaching the orbital elevators.However, she decided to save the questions for later.
They finally approach the Orbital Elevators, and with the passes, sucessfully left Nebulon. The Elevator is propelled to the skies, and Neopolis seems like it's getting smaller and smaller the higher they go. Eventually, the elevator completely left the atmosphere....entering the deep, dark space.
Mosa looks down, entranced by the beautiful sight of the green planet. From up here, the world seemed so small...
Quin, meanwhile, looks up, spotting the small space station, and around it, several small ships.
However, the one that would catch their eyes the most...is the ship that's even bigger than the space station itself: The Exodus-class Realta-Nua. The massive, off-white ship is quite a sight to behold, looking more like a city-sized ark than a space ship.
The orbital elevator finally stops, and the door hisses as it opens. The dull white and grey space station interior greets them. They can see travelers of various shapes, sizes, and colors walking about. A row of TV screens can be seen attached to the top of the walls. One of the screens have the words, 'F.S.S.REALTA NUA READY FOR DEPARTURE.' Mosa looked up at the screen, and smiles. That's their ship. He beckons everyone to follow him to the platform where the Realta Nua waits. Their journey has officially begun.
-CHAPTER 1 FIN.-
The woman shooks her head at Gelon. "We are done. Good luck." And with that, she turns around and walks away, leaving Gelon to his own business.
Boris' chuckle can be heard, and as a farewell, he replies, "See you on the Realta Nua."
Boris' chuckle can be heard, and as a farewell, he replies, "See you on the Realta Nua."
Gelon nodded and got on the orbital elevator and wnet to the lower city "well on contract ended" he said as he reach for his pocket "ah yes burnt them, and a new one started with an ice man and a cat woman well this is gonna be interesting" hre said and sigh "gonna miss smoking though he said and look down at the lower city
-CHAPTER 1 FIN.-
-CHAPTER 1 FIN.-
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As Byatis and K2 took their tickets, Sentinel watched Megahertz quietly. As they moved away, he walked over to the cowering woman and crouched down. Staring straight into her eyes, he simply looked. A disconcerting enough gaze if aimed at someone long enough. Reaching to pick up a ticket, he instead took two and placed one in Megahertz's hand. "I do not know why I do this, but take the elevator with us. While I may not feel anything towards death, I do not abhor life. Escape the planet, if that is your choice. Help us if you so wish. But do not stay here. Defeating GEHENNA is foremost. Make your decision."
Standing, he walked into the elevator beside Byatis and K2, watching Clockwork. And waiting for Megahertz to choose.
As Byatis and K2 took their tickets, Sentinel watched Megahertz quietly. As they moved away, he walked over to the cowering woman and crouched down. Staring straight into her eyes, he simply looked. A disconcerting enough gaze if aimed at someone long enough. Reaching to pick up a ticket, he instead took two and placed one in Megahertz's hand. "I do not know why I do this, but take the elevator with us. While I may not feel anything towards death, I do not abhor life. Escape the planet, if that is your choice. Help us if you so wish. But do not stay here. Defeating GEHENNA is foremost. Make your decision."
Standing, he walked into the elevator beside Byatis and K2, watching Clockwork. And waiting for Megahertz to choose.
Clockwork picks up a pass and joined Byatis and K2 inside the elevator. He looks at the pass, and flips it. "The Realta Nua, eh.....well, it's not exactly a private ship, but...least it's huge..and first class should be quite pleasant. All those beautiful first class women to peek at. Hehehehehhehe.", Clockwork said half-jokingly. He then nudges Keeton. "There's going to be enough booze, no worries~"
Megahertz widened her eyes and backed further onto the wall, feeling the intensity of Sentinel's single eyed stare. She closed her eyes, preparing for the worst....and thus was quite surprised when Sentinel placed the ticket on her hand. She proceeded to listen to him.....not expecting such mercy. She was so sure one of them would've killed her, just so that she wouldn't be able to pursue her revenge. It would've been the genre savvy thing to do, wouldn't it? She looks at the ticket in her hand...and holds on to it tightly, before following them inside.
Clockwork was watching the whole time, and was...surprised at Sentinel's act of kindness. Toning down his overly jovial voice, he says, seriously, and sincerely. "This galaxy has been tainted with so much evil..... it can never have enough heroes." He seems to approve greatly of Sentinel's actions. As much as he can be apathetic of killing his enemies, he finds it both unpleasant and ungentleman-like to attack, much less kill, defenseless foes.
The previously shrieking and cackling Megahertz was silenced, and awkwardly stands next to Byatis, as the orbital elevator leaves Nebulon.
-CHAPTER 1 FIN.-
Megahertz widened her eyes and backed further onto the wall, feeling the intensity of Sentinel's single eyed stare. She closed her eyes, preparing for the worst....and thus was quite surprised when Sentinel placed the ticket on her hand. She proceeded to listen to him.....not expecting such mercy. She was so sure one of them would've killed her, just so that she wouldn't be able to pursue her revenge. It would've been the genre savvy thing to do, wouldn't it? She looks at the ticket in her hand...and holds on to it tightly, before following them inside.
Clockwork was watching the whole time, and was...surprised at Sentinel's act of kindness. Toning down his overly jovial voice, he says, seriously, and sincerely. "This galaxy has been tainted with so much evil..... it can never have enough heroes." He seems to approve greatly of Sentinel's actions. As much as he can be apathetic of killing his enemies, he finds it both unpleasant and ungentleman-like to attack, much less kill, defenseless foes.
The previously shrieking and cackling Megahertz was silenced, and awkwardly stands next to Byatis, as the orbital elevator leaves Nebulon.
-CHAPTER 1 FIN.-
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-CHAPTER 2: GILGAMESH-
Bright green flames burn in the Realta Nua's massive thrusters, located all over the massive ship's underside and stern. At last, the Exodus-class ark is ready to depart.
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Mosa, James, Preston, Colt, Lekan, and Quin find themselves wandering about the second deck, looking over all of the second deck's amenities as they walk (or float, in Lekan's case) down several steps, having just entered the ark through the space station. From the north side, they immediately catch sight of the beautiful park. It's weird...walking around in such a stable, vast, and fresh interior, one wouldn't feel like they're in a spaceship at all.
Mosa turns towards the group, his right hand on his hip. "WELL! Mosa gonna check out the park. You guys can go down one deck to get to the lower class cabins. If anyone else wanna go with Mosa, you're welcome!" And with that, he heads towards the park.
Quin looks at Lekan, staring at him without saying anything. Her gaze feels quite....piercing. But she stays completely silent.
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Gelon finds himself wandering about the second deck of the Realta Nua. Boris hasn't given him any orders. All he knows for sure is that this ship is stopping by Dagojouiise before it continues on Megido, as it apparently needs a specific equipment only developed in Dagojouiise to even hope to survive a strange barrier around Megido.
The journey to the desert planet will take approximately 2 days.....so he will have some time to relax. Now, where should he go? Find Mosa, perhaps? When he came to visit Mosa's restaurant, it was already closed. Knowing Mosa, he's likely to have taken up GEHENNA's challenge as well. And since this ship is the only public transportation heading over to Megido, he must be around here. Somewhere. Shouldn't be hard finding an eight foot tall crocodillian man.
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Byatis, Sentinel, K2, Megahertz, and Clockwork are also in the second deck of the Realta Nua. They came from the entrance hatch closest to the upper class living quarters, and thus has the best and highest view of the second deck, seeing the beautiful park, the grey and cube-like training center north of it, and the open marketplace northwest of the park. Right in the middle of this second deck is a large and very decorative, high tech fountain shaped like an old timey ship wheel, constantly spinning as it sprays out water from the center.
Clockwork stretches and yawns. He didn't need to, but he felt like it.
Megahertz stands awkwardly next to Byatis, still. She is too terrified to even glance at him, and thus is clasping her fingers nervously. Suddenly, she asks, "So..uhhhh....w-w-w-what now?" Her glowing eyes blinks twice, and the antenae on the side of her head curls around her hair like an odd pair of ribbons.
Bright green flames burn in the Realta Nua's massive thrusters, located all over the massive ship's underside and stern. At last, the Exodus-class ark is ready to depart.
----
Mosa, James, Preston, Colt, Lekan, and Quin find themselves wandering about the second deck, looking over all of the second deck's amenities as they walk (or float, in Lekan's case) down several steps, having just entered the ark through the space station. From the north side, they immediately catch sight of the beautiful park. It's weird...walking around in such a stable, vast, and fresh interior, one wouldn't feel like they're in a spaceship at all.
Mosa turns towards the group, his right hand on his hip. "WELL! Mosa gonna check out the park. You guys can go down one deck to get to the lower class cabins. If anyone else wanna go with Mosa, you're welcome!" And with that, he heads towards the park.
Quin looks at Lekan, staring at him without saying anything. Her gaze feels quite....piercing. But she stays completely silent.
----
Gelon finds himself wandering about the second deck of the Realta Nua. Boris hasn't given him any orders. All he knows for sure is that this ship is stopping by Dagojouiise before it continues on Megido, as it apparently needs a specific equipment only developed in Dagojouiise to even hope to survive a strange barrier around Megido.
The journey to the desert planet will take approximately 2 days.....so he will have some time to relax. Now, where should he go? Find Mosa, perhaps? When he came to visit Mosa's restaurant, it was already closed. Knowing Mosa, he's likely to have taken up GEHENNA's challenge as well. And since this ship is the only public transportation heading over to Megido, he must be around here. Somewhere. Shouldn't be hard finding an eight foot tall crocodillian man.
----
Byatis, Sentinel, K2, Megahertz, and Clockwork are also in the second deck of the Realta Nua. They came from the entrance hatch closest to the upper class living quarters, and thus has the best and highest view of the second deck, seeing the beautiful park, the grey and cube-like training center north of it, and the open marketplace northwest of the park. Right in the middle of this second deck is a large and very decorative, high tech fountain shaped like an old timey ship wheel, constantly spinning as it sprays out water from the center.
Clockwork stretches and yawns. He didn't need to, but he felt like it.
Megahertz stands awkwardly next to Byatis, still. She is too terrified to even glance at him, and thus is clasping her fingers nervously. Suddenly, she asks, "So..uhhhh....w-w-w-what now?" Her glowing eyes blinks twice, and the antenae on the side of her head curls around her hair like an odd pair of ribbons.
James looked around the ship. It was pretty damn huge, that was for sure. Exploring it however, could wait. "Right behind you boss." James replied. "You still owe us our paychecks!" With that, he began walking off after Mosa, stopping for a moment to face his brother and Colt, "Y'all coming along?"
The setting changes from F.S.S. Realta Nua to Neopolis - Upper City
(OH GOD I'm so sorry I didn't know I was so far behind jesus christ you guys work fast)
(Time for super-godmod because if not then I'll never be able to catch up)
Hours had passed since Daedalus and Nef had had their reunion, and now they stood in the rain together, waiting, Nef with his new favourite weapon in hand.
"You're sure it's coming?" Daedalus asked, concern in his voice. He knew they had already missed the first flight out by far, but Nef assured him he had a backup plan, even after the slow journey up to the Upper City.
"Yes. I've sent override codes to the Liset, letting it undock and track us."
Daedalus nodded and the two turned their eyes to the sky once again, until finally, a shimmer interrupted their thoughts. The shimmer grew closer and closer, until the low humming of stealth engines could be heard. The shimmer dissapeared, replaced by a ship.
The ship, still hovering, unfolded a ramp in the back, and Nef waved for Daedalus to board it as he stepped onto the ramp and trudged into the ship. Daedalus soon followed suit, and as he did, the ramp closed up behind him, and the ship flew up into the sky, dissapearing again into a shimmer.
(Time for super-godmod because if not then I'll never be able to catch up)
Hours had passed since Daedalus and Nef had had their reunion, and now they stood in the rain together, waiting, Nef with his new favourite weapon in hand.
"You're sure it's coming?" Daedalus asked, concern in his voice. He knew they had already missed the first flight out by far, but Nef assured him he had a backup plan, even after the slow journey up to the Upper City.
"Yes. I've sent override codes to the Liset, letting it undock and track us."
Daedalus nodded and the two turned their eyes to the sky once again, until finally, a shimmer interrupted their thoughts. The shimmer grew closer and closer, until the low humming of stealth engines could be heard. The shimmer dissapeared, replaced by a ship.
The ship, still hovering, unfolded a ramp in the back, and Nef waved for Daedalus to board it as he stepped onto the ramp and trudged into the ship. Daedalus soon followed suit, and as he did, the ramp closed up behind him, and the ship flew up into the sky, dissapearing again into a shimmer.
The setting changes from Neopolis - Upper City to F.S.S. Realta Nua
"mmm well might as well find my team mate and get to know them" gelon said to himself and went searching for his teammates, one ice elemental and one beastwoman that has a yellow tail and a distinctive bright orange, red, and black armor, just asking around and he would find them, at least he hoped it would be that easy
Once they left the orbital elevator, they were greeted by a vast indoor city! To think just minutes ago they were on an elevator in space! Byatis looked around in wonder for only a moment before he realized just how much he stood out amongst humans, beastmen, and whatever else may be on board. After all, Byatis was the only thing FROM the very world that was antagonizing the galaxy. He suck out like a sore thumb. His face wrinkled into awkward discomfort, and looked toward the rest of his group. They obviously didn't have the same issue. Only then did he notice Megahertz right next to him once she spoke. She sounded just as nervous as he was only for completely different reasons. Byatis took a couple steps back from the group and shuddered a bit. He felt vulnerable. So he did what he would naturally do in a situation like this. He camouflaged himself. Byatis wasn't nervous because of uneasy stares, he was used to that by his own faction. He was concerned if anyone would think him a hostile based on appearance. And if that was the case, he'd be grossly outnumbered. Byatis spoke in a disturbed tone. "So many eyes, so many people. I don't like it."
Rebooting himself as they reached the top of the elevator and stepped out onto the platform, Sentinel felt a small surprise at the vastness of the ship. It may as well have been a city with rockets attached to the bottom. Looking down at the ticket in his hands, he realized that the ship was travelling to Dagojouiise. The planet of his birth. Motors froze as waves of rage swept through him, blinding everything. Just as quickly as it had started it was gone. The ticket was now a crumpled ball. Looking around, he noticed that Byatis had gone invisible after Megahertz had spoken. He must not have noticed her before. Strange for such a deadly creature to be nervous. Listening to what she said, he responded, "We must find ourselves a place on this ship to inhabit if we are to be on here for more than two days. Preferably somewhere defensible. While all may be aiming to defeat GEHENNA, some may have no qualms about defeating others in the process."
Turning back to face outwards, he plugged into the ship, looking for some schematics of where the rooms were.
Turning back to face outwards, he plugged into the ship, looking for some schematics of where the rooms were.
Keeton exits the elevator with a look of disgust. He didn't anticipate for the ship to be commercial. Keeton slumps on the ground whining like an infant. "I WANTED A SHIP, NOT A FUCKING TRANSPORT VESSEL!" Everyone looks towards the odd looking group even more then they all ready were.
Keeton is outraged at the pristine conditions of the ship. This doesn't feel like home, it feels like a four-star resort. "Tentacle Bitch! You told me there would be a ship! What, the fucking biggest gang in Neopolis can't even afford a private vessel?! And not only that, but your fucking robots ruined one of the only things I have left from the Old Man! We should have left her to die..."
Keeton walks away from the group and tosses clockwork a small electronic device. "Call me if you need me, you know where i will be."
Keeton is outraged at the pristine conditions of the ship. This doesn't feel like home, it feels like a four-star resort. "Tentacle Bitch! You told me there would be a ship! What, the fucking biggest gang in Neopolis can't even afford a private vessel?! And not only that, but your fucking robots ruined one of the only things I have left from the Old Man! We should have left her to die..."
Keeton walks away from the group and tosses clockwork a small electronic device. "Call me if you need me, you know where i will be."
Nef's ship easily caught up with the Realta Nua. The ship is quite fast for its size....but it's still....massive. After they exit Nebulon's orbit, they receive an email from a "Boris Kivorisch Drakov";
Greetings, Crew of the Cephalon
My name is Boris Kivorisch Drakov, of Drakov
industries. I am interested in hiring your services.
I have quite deep pockets and vast resources,
and I would be more than willing to compensate
you handsomely for your troubles. I need your help
in capturing GEHENNA, if you are interested, we can
negotiate more at the ship I'm currently traveling with,
the Realta Nua.
Until then,
Boris Kivorisch Drakov
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"An ice elemental and a beastwoman, you say? I think I know who you mean...last I saw, they're arguing in the marketplace.", a random civilian answered Gelon's question, with a hesitant and subdued tone.
Sure enough...once he got to the marketplace, he saw them; a tall, lumbering ice elemental looking like a knight covered in crystalline spikes, facing down a slightly shorter, but quite statuesque beastwoman with orange, red, and black armor, holding a cat-like biker helmet under her left arm. Gelon can see the calm, yet deathly glare in her eyes, matching the intensity of the ice elemental's glowing red eye. Her bleached blonde hair is messily draped over her tanned skin.
"Say that again! I dare ya, I DOUBLE dare ya!", the ice elemental roared out. His voice brash, raspy, but loud.
The Beastwoman does not reply, merely keeping her intense glare. They've attracted a crowd of onlookers. It looks like they're going to break into a fight....
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Clockwork turned to his left, surprised at Byatis' nervousness.....the eldritch rogue was so intimidating and predatory in the lower cities....and yet now, in such a big place, he seems...fearful. However, he realized that even though Byatis is a powerful eldritch abomination and a skilled fighter, he is neither infallible nor invincible.
He then turned to his right, equally surprised by Sentinel's sudden display of anger as he crushed the ticket. This, combined with his act of mercy towards Megahertz, relieved him quite a bit, as he can see for sure now that Sentinel is no mere killer robot, but a synthetic being with feelings...just like Clockwork himself.
Suddenly, he reached out, feeling the air to grab at Byatis' shoulder, while also grabbing the plugged Sentinel's shoulder, pulling them closer. "Hey, now...", before putting his arms round their shoulders. "You guys worry too much. We're buddies now...we stick together, eh? ", his tone friendly and jovial, if synthesized, as always.
Sentinel finds that the entrance to the upper class quarters is right behind, and to their left. Besides the hatch they came in, in fact. From the schematics he can dig up, he found that they actually have a private little "house" for the five of them. It seems to be quite a large, two storey house with multiple bedrooms, located in the upper class living quarters alongside several other private houses. Megahertz spared no expenses.
Megahertz widened her eyes, and nearly shrieked as she hopped away from the whining K2. "H-h-h-h-ey now! Calm down!! I had a private vessel, but it was impounded, I had no choice!!....besides, I wanted to enjoy the facilities of this place....", her tone a mix of fear and annoyance...it's rather difficult to discerne which one is stronger. When K2 mentioned they should have left her to die though, the fear won over, and she was silenced.
At first, Clockwork was amused by K2's whining -and the stares of the people from around them- but when he mentioned the broken jolly roger and Megahertz, he became genuinely disturbed, glancing at Megahertz and worrying about her safety. He turned to look at K2 and grabbed the electronic device he threw, looking at it.
"....Right. Enjoy your booze, cap'n.", Clockwork simply said, looking at K2 as he walked away. So far, he seems to be the happiest one of the five, and that makes him feel a little bad. Clutching the device with his left hand, he pumps his right fist, determined to find a way and make his frie-....allies...happy.
Greetings, Crew of the Cephalon
My name is Boris Kivorisch Drakov, of Drakov
industries. I am interested in hiring your services.
I have quite deep pockets and vast resources,
and I would be more than willing to compensate
you handsomely for your troubles. I need your help
in capturing GEHENNA, if you are interested, we can
negotiate more at the ship I'm currently traveling with,
the Realta Nua.
Until then,
Boris Kivorisch Drakov
------
"An ice elemental and a beastwoman, you say? I think I know who you mean...last I saw, they're arguing in the marketplace.", a random civilian answered Gelon's question, with a hesitant and subdued tone.
Sure enough...once he got to the marketplace, he saw them; a tall, lumbering ice elemental looking like a knight covered in crystalline spikes, facing down a slightly shorter, but quite statuesque beastwoman with orange, red, and black armor, holding a cat-like biker helmet under her left arm. Gelon can see the calm, yet deathly glare in her eyes, matching the intensity of the ice elemental's glowing red eye. Her bleached blonde hair is messily draped over her tanned skin.
"Say that again! I dare ya, I DOUBLE dare ya!", the ice elemental roared out. His voice brash, raspy, but loud.
The Beastwoman does not reply, merely keeping her intense glare. They've attracted a crowd of onlookers. It looks like they're going to break into a fight....
-----
Clockwork turned to his left, surprised at Byatis' nervousness.....the eldritch rogue was so intimidating and predatory in the lower cities....and yet now, in such a big place, he seems...fearful. However, he realized that even though Byatis is a powerful eldritch abomination and a skilled fighter, he is neither infallible nor invincible.
He then turned to his right, equally surprised by Sentinel's sudden display of anger as he crushed the ticket. This, combined with his act of mercy towards Megahertz, relieved him quite a bit, as he can see for sure now that Sentinel is no mere killer robot, but a synthetic being with feelings...just like Clockwork himself.
Suddenly, he reached out, feeling the air to grab at Byatis' shoulder, while also grabbing the plugged Sentinel's shoulder, pulling them closer. "Hey, now...", before putting his arms round their shoulders. "You guys worry too much. We're buddies now...we stick together, eh? ", his tone friendly and jovial, if synthesized, as always.
Sentinel finds that the entrance to the upper class quarters is right behind, and to their left. Besides the hatch they came in, in fact. From the schematics he can dig up, he found that they actually have a private little "house" for the five of them. It seems to be quite a large, two storey house with multiple bedrooms, located in the upper class living quarters alongside several other private houses. Megahertz spared no expenses.
Megahertz widened her eyes, and nearly shrieked as she hopped away from the whining K2. "H-h-h-h-ey now! Calm down!! I had a private vessel, but it was impounded, I had no choice!!....besides, I wanted to enjoy the facilities of this place....", her tone a mix of fear and annoyance...it's rather difficult to discerne which one is stronger. When K2 mentioned they should have left her to die though, the fear won over, and she was silenced.
At first, Clockwork was amused by K2's whining -and the stares of the people from around them- but when he mentioned the broken jolly roger and Megahertz, he became genuinely disturbed, glancing at Megahertz and worrying about her safety. He turned to look at K2 and grabbed the electronic device he threw, looking at it.
"....Right. Enjoy your booze, cap'n.", Clockwork simply said, looking at K2 as he walked away. So far, he seems to be the happiest one of the five, and that makes him feel a little bad. Clutching the device with his left hand, he pumps his right fist, determined to find a way and make his frie-....allies...happy.
Gelon sighs and push himself through the crowd and grab his lighter "I'm gonna ask this once what happened? And I'm your new teammate, the name is Gelon by the way" he said and watch them both, if they did start to fight he would have a slight advantage over the ice elemental but the beast woman would be a different story, he first needs to see what she is capable of
Lekan was quite happy to be aboard a ship again, especially an Exodus-class. Even in the lower class cabins they would still be travelling in style, and there were plenty of things for them to do while en route to their destination. However, the Ondari was somewhat disheartened when he saw that the crowds consisted of warriors rather than refugees, but alas... much too late to do anything about it now.
He decided to tag along with Mosa for a stroll in the park. It was best to take the time to unwind rather than work himself up some more from worrying about GEHENNA. Lekan was about to follow Mosa, but he stopped once he saw that Quin was looking at him rather... intently? With so many eyes, quite a lot of them seemed to be paying attention to him, he could discern that much.
"I wouldn't mind at all if you decide to come with us, Quin," he said to her before following Mosa down to the park.
He decided to tag along with Mosa for a stroll in the park. It was best to take the time to unwind rather than work himself up some more from worrying about GEHENNA. Lekan was about to follow Mosa, but he stopped once he saw that Quin was looking at him rather... intently? With so many eyes, quite a lot of them seemed to be paying attention to him, he could discern that much.
"I wouldn't mind at all if you decide to come with us, Quin," he said to her before following Mosa down to the park.
Roza was in a horrible, terrible mood.
It had started with that weird black thing on the giant television screens (GEHENNA, she remembered it being called) threatening to destroy her entire known world. Generally, when someone threatens to destroy you and everything around you, it's pretty much a given that your day and mood will suck as a result. It didn't help that right afterward the entire planet was blacked out, which everybody in the Lower City seemed to take as and excuse to either run around panicking like chickens with their heads cut off or loot, kill, and rape anyone in their immediate vicinity (at least, more looting, killing, and raping than usual). It really didn't help when, less than an hour later, a certain Dagojouiisan synthetic called her up to task her with finding and babysitting his eldritch charge, who was trying to travel to the very thing that had kicked off these bad turn of events, and destroy it. At least he had been decent enough to provide her a means to get to get onto the Realta Nua, the ship where the eldritch rogue Byatis was supposed to be on.
Even in her bad mood, Roza couldn't help but appreciate the splendor of this huge city before her. It was certainly prettier than the Lower City, and definitely prettier than Dagojouiise, her homeland and by a particular twist of fate, her current destination. She had mixed feelings about that last part.
Clinging tightly to her her small satchel and her long bow with it's quiver full of arrows, she scanned the crowd for Byatis. He was a big eldritch abomination, his... unique sort of appearance shouldn't be as hard as it was beginning to feel. Stuff like this would be hard to miss. Unless, Roza thought, He's turned invisible. In that case, she was screwed.
It had started with that weird black thing on the giant television screens (GEHENNA, she remembered it being called) threatening to destroy her entire known world. Generally, when someone threatens to destroy you and everything around you, it's pretty much a given that your day and mood will suck as a result. It didn't help that right afterward the entire planet was blacked out, which everybody in the Lower City seemed to take as and excuse to either run around panicking like chickens with their heads cut off or loot, kill, and rape anyone in their immediate vicinity (at least, more looting, killing, and raping than usual). It really didn't help when, less than an hour later, a certain Dagojouiisan synthetic called her up to task her with finding and babysitting his eldritch charge, who was trying to travel to the very thing that had kicked off these bad turn of events, and destroy it. At least he had been decent enough to provide her a means to get to get onto the Realta Nua, the ship where the eldritch rogue Byatis was supposed to be on.
Even in her bad mood, Roza couldn't help but appreciate the splendor of this huge city before her. It was certainly prettier than the Lower City, and definitely prettier than Dagojouiise, her homeland and by a particular twist of fate, her current destination. She had mixed feelings about that last part.
Clinging tightly to her her small satchel and her long bow with it's quiver full of arrows, she scanned the crowd for Byatis. He was a big eldritch abomination, his... unique sort of appearance shouldn't be as hard as it was beginning to feel. Stuff like this would be hard to miss. Unless, Roza thought, He's turned invisible. In that case, she was screwed.
Of all the places in the universe to be at the moment, the F.S.S. Realta Nua was certainly not a bad one. The ship was amazing in its size and technological feats of engineering. Even the "low class" cabins were nothing to to turn one's nose up at.
As far as missions went, the location of this one suited the Snek beastman just fine. Despite his unusual appearance, his cool demeanor and graceful but somewhat rubbery movements , and sleek profile does not make Ciril Ekart stand out in the diverse crowd. He had actually arrived some time ago, and was well settled in with his surroundings. Wearing two pairs of sunglasses, he strolls the corridors, taking casual note of those arriving on board. His wanderings bring him to the park, where he perches his lanky form on the edge of an garden retaining wall, carefully crossing his legs to prevent a stray jab from the coiled metal plates that wound around them. Using his prehensile head appendage he scrolls through news updates on his digital pocket communicator. "Capture... " Ciril murmured to himself, reading Boris' message. "Interesting." he glances up from his reading, seeing various colorful characters, wrapped in their own troubles, some shouting. This would be a lot to take in...and this was going to be a very long mission. Hopefully there would be some down time in which he would get to meet some of these facinating beings... Ciril lifts one pair of sunglasses with his cybernetic hand, glassy black eyes squinting, and smiles a little hopefully to himself.
As far as missions went, the location of this one suited the Snek beastman just fine. Despite his unusual appearance, his cool demeanor and graceful but somewhat rubbery movements , and sleek profile does not make Ciril Ekart stand out in the diverse crowd. He had actually arrived some time ago, and was well settled in with his surroundings. Wearing two pairs of sunglasses, he strolls the corridors, taking casual note of those arriving on board. His wanderings bring him to the park, where he perches his lanky form on the edge of an garden retaining wall, carefully crossing his legs to prevent a stray jab from the coiled metal plates that wound around them. Using his prehensile head appendage he scrolls through news updates on his digital pocket communicator. "Capture... " Ciril murmured to himself, reading Boris' message. "Interesting." he glances up from his reading, seeing various colorful characters, wrapped in their own troubles, some shouting. This would be a lot to take in...and this was going to be a very long mission. Hopefully there would be some down time in which he would get to meet some of these facinating beings... Ciril lifts one pair of sunglasses with his cybernetic hand, glassy black eyes squinting, and smiles a little hopefully to himself.
Ridley turned to look, and Vlad glanced, towards Gelon as he pushed his way through the crowds. Both listened to him speak briefly.
Ridley 'blinked', seemingly baffled by Gelon's mere presence and words. "...You? You're our new teammate? HAH!", Ridley folded his arms. He clearly did not think much of Gelon. "Well, shorty, what happened here was I got sick of her rilin' me up. All those ice puns....."
Vlad shook her head, smirking and glancing at Ridley. She took a moment to think, before blurting out, "Cool story bro."
"YOU LITTLE!", Ridley nearly threw himself towards her, only the tiniest remnant of his self control held him back.
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Quin looked at Lekan, surprised. She proceeded to float and follow them to the park.
Mosa turned to James, and chuckled. "HAHAHA! That I do. You be a good James, and Mosa might just give you overtime on this one! Hahahahhahahhahaha!!" Mosa's laugh is quite....loud, to say the least. Enough to draw attention from those hanging out in the park.
She floated besides Lekan, not saying anything for a long time, as they hover through the pak and catch up with James and Mosa.
"I demand burgers."
....Until she suddenly said that out of nowhere.
-----
As Byatis received a hug from Clockwork, a voice inside his head can be heard. A synthesized, dry and disdainful voice belonging to his "watchman", Darkstar.
"Byatis. Finally."
Everyone who joined VENOM was required to receive a cybernetic implant, to allow the Watchmen; the higher-ranked assassins, to keep track of them. As assassins, they are expected to be masters of stealth....which would make tracking them down normally difficult. Usually, Darkstar is quite the nagging watchman, but GEHENNA's transmission gave Byatis a moment of respite....until now, apparently.
"I have a new contract for you and Roza."
Darkstar presented Byatis with a 'marker' in his head, to find Roza's location.
"Meet up with her, so that we can discuss this in greater detail."
Ridley 'blinked', seemingly baffled by Gelon's mere presence and words. "...You? You're our new teammate? HAH!", Ridley folded his arms. He clearly did not think much of Gelon. "Well, shorty, what happened here was I got sick of her rilin' me up. All those ice puns....."
Vlad shook her head, smirking and glancing at Ridley. She took a moment to think, before blurting out, "Cool story bro."
"YOU LITTLE!", Ridley nearly threw himself towards her, only the tiniest remnant of his self control held him back.
------
Quin looked at Lekan, surprised. She proceeded to float and follow them to the park.
Mosa turned to James, and chuckled. "HAHAHA! That I do. You be a good James, and Mosa might just give you overtime on this one! Hahahahhahahhahaha!!" Mosa's laugh is quite....loud, to say the least. Enough to draw attention from those hanging out in the park.
She floated besides Lekan, not saying anything for a long time, as they hover through the pak and catch up with James and Mosa.
"I demand burgers."
....Until she suddenly said that out of nowhere.
-----
As Byatis received a hug from Clockwork, a voice inside his head can be heard. A synthesized, dry and disdainful voice belonging to his "watchman", Darkstar.
"Byatis. Finally."
Everyone who joined VENOM was required to receive a cybernetic implant, to allow the Watchmen; the higher-ranked assassins, to keep track of them. As assassins, they are expected to be masters of stealth....which would make tracking them down normally difficult. Usually, Darkstar is quite the nagging watchman, but GEHENNA's transmission gave Byatis a moment of respite....until now, apparently.
"I have a new contract for you and Roza."
Darkstar presented Byatis with a 'marker' in his head, to find Roza's location.
"Meet up with her, so that we can discuss this in greater detail."
Gelon acted at the same time Riley did and change his harm in a sword drenched in oil and with the lighter against the sword "back of or she can make other puns" Gelon said and tap his sword against Riley's chest "and I mean it, I could just made a bunch of puns as well but I can see you are about to lose it" he said and watch Alisa "and you drop the puns, he might be made of ice but that doesn't mean you can tease him with it cause I can throw a few puns your way as well" gelon warned her and watch them both
Keeton sulks through the ship, wandering around lost among the massive crowds of the park. The last few hours had been a terrifying turn of events for the inexperienced ruffian.
Among such fascinating beings, he was a coward. He hid behind his words and expressed fake pride. The truth is, he was scared the entire time, like a cowardly child lost in a market. He looked down at his broken cannon, and started to tear up. Megahertz had taken something very precious from him. While he walked, his head down hiding his shame, he walked directly into a very unique beast man wearing two sunglasses.
"Hey watch it!" Keeton throws his head up, his eye red from the tears being forced down. As for his physical health, Keeton could've been better, his eye was dark and heavy and his attitude was ghastly to say the least. This man needed sleep, badly.
Among such fascinating beings, he was a coward. He hid behind his words and expressed fake pride. The truth is, he was scared the entire time, like a cowardly child lost in a market. He looked down at his broken cannon, and started to tear up. Megahertz had taken something very precious from him. While he walked, his head down hiding his shame, he walked directly into a very unique beast man wearing two sunglasses.
"Hey watch it!" Keeton throws his head up, his eye red from the tears being forced down. As for his physical health, Keeton could've been better, his eye was dark and heavy and his attitude was ghastly to say the least. This man needed sleep, badly.
Ridley and Vlad stared at Gelon and his flaming sword. They were...silenced. A few seconds pass.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!!"
And Ridley let out a maniacal cackle, finding it impossible to take Gelon seriously. "Did you..did you just....threatened her..with..puns? HAHAHAHHAHA!!!!!...C'mon...Vlad..you gotta admit..that was fuckin' funny! HAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!!"
Ridley's gaze focused on Gelon. "HAHAHAHHA...HAHA.." Suddenly, his right hand clutched Gelon's sword with a vice grip. "HAHA....Ha. Ha. Ha." And his tone became deadpan, his amusement having ran its course. With the sword in his hand, he absorbed the flames, causing a sizzling noise. "Fire ain't gonna do either of us any favor.....Gelon...Deskovitch." He let go of the sword, and backed away. "Still...", he shrugged. "You made me laugh. And that....cooled....me off...ha...so..good job, I suppose."
Vlad scoffed at Gelon. "You are a very strange man, Sir Deskovitch.", she simply said, eyeing him and scanning him from head to toe.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!!"
And Ridley let out a maniacal cackle, finding it impossible to take Gelon seriously. "Did you..did you just....threatened her..with..puns? HAHAHAHHAHA!!!!!...C'mon...Vlad..you gotta admit..that was fuckin' funny! HAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!!"
Ridley's gaze focused on Gelon. "HAHAHAHHA...HAHA.." Suddenly, his right hand clutched Gelon's sword with a vice grip. "HAHA....Ha. Ha. Ha." And his tone became deadpan, his amusement having ran its course. With the sword in his hand, he absorbed the flames, causing a sizzling noise. "Fire ain't gonna do either of us any favor.....Gelon...Deskovitch." He let go of the sword, and backed away. "Still...", he shrugged. "You made me laugh. And that....cooled....me off...ha...so..good job, I suppose."
Vlad scoffed at Gelon. "You are a very strange man, Sir Deskovitch.", she simply said, eyeing him and scanning him from head to toe.
Byatis squirmed out of Clockwork's hug pretty quickly out of instinct. He didn't like being restrained like that, even if it was a gesture of friendship. He only had a few exceptions. Byatis grinned awkwardly for a moment then hard a voice in his head.
Him. Ugh. Darkstar.
Byatis stopped to listen, as Sentinel and Clockwork got farther and farther away. Byatis had their signatures in his head, so he could track them easily if he needed to find them. A contract? On the ship? Byatis wasn't expecting that, but work was work. Byatis let Darkstar know he heard the message by hissing annoyingly. With that, the invisible predator leaped up onto a balcony and made powerful leaps from building to building, tracking Roza's signature. Roza was one of his fellow faction members. Byatis seemed to like her, especially her stories of great space tales. They were like listening to an epic! Though he wasn't sure how much was factual, but he didn't mind one bit.
Finally after a good ten minutes, he spots Roza in an amazingly secluded street on the Realta Nua. Byatis crawled up onto a thick lamppost in front of her and made himself visible to her. He laid on the post, cheshire cat style, genuinely smiling. Actually happy to see her. "Welcome to the biggest flying death trap in all the galaxy! Looks like we gotta kill some people? I dunno, Darkstar never tells me aaaaannnnnything unless its convenient." He said sarcastically.
Him. Ugh. Darkstar.
Byatis stopped to listen, as Sentinel and Clockwork got farther and farther away. Byatis had their signatures in his head, so he could track them easily if he needed to find them. A contract? On the ship? Byatis wasn't expecting that, but work was work. Byatis let Darkstar know he heard the message by hissing annoyingly. With that, the invisible predator leaped up onto a balcony and made powerful leaps from building to building, tracking Roza's signature. Roza was one of his fellow faction members. Byatis seemed to like her, especially her stories of great space tales. They were like listening to an epic! Though he wasn't sure how much was factual, but he didn't mind one bit.
Finally after a good ten minutes, he spots Roza in an amazingly secluded street on the Realta Nua. Byatis crawled up onto a thick lamppost in front of her and made himself visible to her. He laid on the post, cheshire cat style, genuinely smiling. Actually happy to see her. "Welcome to the biggest flying death trap in all the galaxy! Looks like we gotta kill some people? I dunno, Darkstar never tells me aaaaannnnnything unless its convenient." He said sarcastically.
"well good to see you have calmed down and yes I did threaten her with puns, so can we now move on, and Ridley, be happy I didn't use my KE sword that would have cut straight through your hand" gelon says as he forms his arm back to normal "I sure am Vlad, I sure am" gelon said and sigh "well what did you two have planned before you two got in the argument?" Gelon asked and move his arm a bit, Riley's grip was pretty tight on his arm
"Yea, just gonna take care of something first. We'll catch up in a bit," said Preston as he waved James off. With that, Preston and Colt disappeared back into the ship. About 15 minuets later, the two emerged from the ship. "So... where did they say they were going?" Preston turned to Colt. "The park, just follow me, I know where it is," Colt replied. "It's because you can smell them, isn't it? With that nose of yours," Preston teased and poked Colt's nose. Colt, unamused, slowly turned his head and stared, while Preston pretended not to notice. Colt sighed, and started walking off towards the park.
A short while later, the two found the group walking around. Mosa, James, Lekan and Quin were all together. "Oh good, the gangs all here," Colt smiled and ran ahead, stopping next to James. "Hey, we're here."
A short while later, the two found the group walking around. Mosa, James, Lekan and Quin were all together. "Oh good, the gangs all here," Colt smiled and ran ahead, stopping next to James. "Hey, we're here."
Ridley scoffed at Gelon's words, folding his arms. "So you're the kind who likes to partake in dick measuring contests. Unfortunately for you, I don't much care for boasting." His voice dripped with complete and utter contempt.
Vlad looked at Gelon, and replied, "Well, we are stopping at Dagojouiise in two days. I think we can use our time there to do an errand for Boris....find a treasure cache in a ship that crashed somewhere in Marudasia, a ship called...... the Gilgamesh."
Vlad raised her right arm, and projected a hologram from it, of a small, triangular smuggler's ship. By the smooth surface and simple, sleek design, one can tell it is a Federation ship. The hologram rotated in place, giving them a good view.
"As for GEHENNAs himself...who knows? It's not like there's a bunch of little GEHENNAs running around to train ourselves against.", Ridley stated.
Vlad looked at Gelon, and replied, "Well, we are stopping at Dagojouiise in two days. I think we can use our time there to do an errand for Boris....find a treasure cache in a ship that crashed somewhere in Marudasia, a ship called...... the Gilgamesh."
Vlad raised her right arm, and projected a hologram from it, of a small, triangular smuggler's ship. By the smooth surface and simple, sleek design, one can tell it is a Federation ship. The hologram rotated in place, giving them a good view.
"As for GEHENNAs himself...who knows? It's not like there's a bunch of little GEHENNAs running around to train ourselves against.", Ridley stated.
"well some one is getting bold, did someone give you the cold shoulder?" Gelon responded to Ridley with his pun intended "interesting ship Vlad but won't we get behind on schedule? Since I guess this ship won't be hanging around that long so we might need the crashed ship cause I can't imagine anyone willing to take us there" gelon said and shrug at Vlad's comment of little GEHENNAs "who knows there might be but they are hiding even around us right now" gelon said while looking for something to help him stop smoking cause it was getting hard now
Staring as K2 walked away, Sentinel marked the man as a possible weakness. GEHENNA was his goal, and if this Keeton was going to obstruct him, then there would be problems. Searching to find Byatis, Sentinel found he was nowhere to be seen. He must have turned invisible again, he though. No indication of movement came from other side of the corridor and so Sentinel decided to figure things out later. As they entered the house that had been rented by Megahertz, Sentinel assessed the area. A two-story affair with multiple rooms, it was certainly one of the more visible structures on the ship due to being in first-class. However, the second story would allow for more effective fire to be laid down. As there was simply nowhere else to go, it would have to do.
Opening the door, he turned to face Megahertz and Clockwork. "If you would like to explore the ship, you may. I myself will be remaining here to make sure no one tries to...disturb our possessions," he stated softly. "Megahertz, what do you wish to do? If you desire to explore, I shall accompany you instead. It does no good to die before the end. And you, Clockwork, what is your course?
Opening the door, he turned to face Megahertz and Clockwork. "If you would like to explore the ship, you may. I myself will be remaining here to make sure no one tries to...disturb our possessions," he stated softly. "Megahertz, what do you wish to do? If you desire to explore, I shall accompany you instead. It does no good to die before the end. And you, Clockwork, what is your course?
The walk through the park was quite peaceful, barring the noise of the people in the background, and of course Mosa himself, but that was beside the point. The sound of rushing water from the fountain felt relaxing to Lekan as he drifted along after the others.
He became aware that Quin was beside him, yet she was hovering just above the ground the same as he was despite the fact that the Genesior had legs with which to walk. Why was she doing that? Did it take less energy than walking, or was she trying to mimic him for some reason? Lekan decided to refrain from commenting on it, at least for the time being. However, one thing that most certainly did warrant a comment was Quin's rather sudden and unexpected demand for burgers.
"Couldn't you just go and buy some yourself?" he asked her. She was a grown woman. She didn't need to tell someone to go buy burgers for her, perhaps unless...
"...Don't you even have any money on you?" The Ondari sighed. "Alright, fine. I'll pay on your behalf, but only just this once, got that?" He headed off in the direction of the marketplace, dragging Quin along by an arm. Hopefully some of the stalls there might be selling food. Whether that food was burgers was another matter entirely.
He became aware that Quin was beside him, yet she was hovering just above the ground the same as he was despite the fact that the Genesior had legs with which to walk. Why was she doing that? Did it take less energy than walking, or was she trying to mimic him for some reason? Lekan decided to refrain from commenting on it, at least for the time being. However, one thing that most certainly did warrant a comment was Quin's rather sudden and unexpected demand for burgers.
"Couldn't you just go and buy some yourself?" he asked her. She was a grown woman. She didn't need to tell someone to go buy burgers for her, perhaps unless...
"...Don't you even have any money on you?" The Ondari sighed. "Alright, fine. I'll pay on your behalf, but only just this once, got that?" He headed off in the direction of the marketplace, dragging Quin along by an arm. Hopefully some of the stalls there might be selling food. Whether that food was burgers was another matter entirely.
The boisterous laugh of Mosa caught Ciril's attention. Another Veradoxian... Ciril focused further, thinking this one looked familiar, perhaps he had seen his file before-
Suddenly, a young human slams into the willowy Snek, blurting that he should watch where he was going. Ciril was pushed back but quickly corrects himself on his slender legs, and cybernetic arms reaching out to hold the young man by the shoulders. The coiling tail on the back of his head even manages to catch the sunglasses jarred out of position on his flat face. "Whoa...hey there." Ciril says, surprisingly calm, but mildly surprised. As he speaks it can be seen that his lower lip is split in the middle, adding to his unusual appearance. However, his voice is somehow calming and well trained to keep an even tone. Trained to take in even the smallest details he notices the evidence of tears on Keeton's face. "Are you hurt?" he asks, checking to see if his blades wrapped around his legs had accidentally cut the boy.
Suddenly, a young human slams into the willowy Snek, blurting that he should watch where he was going. Ciril was pushed back but quickly corrects himself on his slender legs, and cybernetic arms reaching out to hold the young man by the shoulders. The coiling tail on the back of his head even manages to catch the sunglasses jarred out of position on his flat face. "Whoa...hey there." Ciril says, surprisingly calm, but mildly surprised. As he speaks it can be seen that his lower lip is split in the middle, adding to his unusual appearance. However, his voice is somehow calming and well trained to keep an even tone. Trained to take in even the smallest details he notices the evidence of tears on Keeton's face. "Are you hurt?" he asks, checking to see if his blades wrapped around his legs had accidentally cut the boy.
Mosa looked at Colt as he approached James. "Hee hee...." Smiling, he led James, Preston, and Colt through the park, taking in the wonderful greenery around them. He looked around, approving of the sight. His eyes stopped at the marketplace, noticing the many stalls. "We should open branch of Mosa's Seafood Services here. Earn some income.", he remarked, then glanced at the three, as if asking for their opinion.
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Ridley's red eye flared. He was clearly pissed off by that pun, but...instead, he scoffed. "HA! How original. You think I'm scared of you, shorty?" Ridley pointed at Gelon and nodded. "Hillarious. You piss me off, and yet amuse me at the same time."
Vlad shook her head. "Didn't you read the memo, Deskovitch? This ship is going to arrive at Dagojouiise in two days, and then spend the next few days getting its upgrades. In those next few days, we have practically nothing to do, so we might as well earn a little bonus....least that's how I see it."
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Clokwork and Megahertz followed Sentinel into the upper class living quarters.
It's a cozy looking home, with comforting brown furniture everywhere. The architects of this ship went to great lengths to give an authentic, homely feel to this house. There's even a little fireplace in the corner, along with several comfortable red sofas in front of it.
"Home sweet home.....heh...they even have a kitchen here. Cute.", Clockwork stated as he looked around. This is clearly the first time he's ever been in a place this fancy.
Megahertz, on the other hand, looked right at home....and considerably calmer, especially since the two she most feared; Keeton and Byatis, were not around. She stroked the walls of the house as she walked, feeling its smooth texture....and feeling right at home.
Clockwork and Megahertz stopped what they were doing and turned to Sentinel when he asked his question.
"Eh? You....would like to accompany me?", Megahertz asked, surprised. Even though Sentinel did spare her, just a few hours ago he was taking down all her men. This is still a bit surreal for her, personally. She thought for a while, her eyes darting and scanning the entire house as she did. "Uhhhh....I...don't know, actually....do you have anything you want to do in particular?", her tone awkward and a bit embarassed.
An amused Clockwork chuckled. "My, my.... I'm going to take a look-see at the marketplace. See if they have any interesting.....stuff...about.", he shrugged. He turned around, waved, and stated jokingly, "You guys take care now! Tell me how the date goes", before leaving.
Megahertz looked at the door closing as Clockwork left, scowling and twitching her left eye, whispering to herself. "That purple robot is so damn annoying...."
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Quin stayed silent awkwardly as Lekan dragged her to the marketplace.
Once there, they found several stalls selling burgers and other fast food. The smell in the air was very mouth watering....complimented by the unmistakeable sound of sizzling steak.
Quin ate a burger together with Lekan.She insisted he have some as well. It's hard to tell, but she seemed to be enjoying it.....judging by her quick chewing, that is. From time to time, she glanced to and away from Lekan.
Eventually, they finished the burgers. Quin turned towards him, and tilted her head.
".....You were surprisingly easy to persuade."
She sounded....genuinely confused.
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Ridley's red eye flared. He was clearly pissed off by that pun, but...instead, he scoffed. "HA! How original. You think I'm scared of you, shorty?" Ridley pointed at Gelon and nodded. "Hillarious. You piss me off, and yet amuse me at the same time."
Vlad shook her head. "Didn't you read the memo, Deskovitch? This ship is going to arrive at Dagojouiise in two days, and then spend the next few days getting its upgrades. In those next few days, we have practically nothing to do, so we might as well earn a little bonus....least that's how I see it."
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Clokwork and Megahertz followed Sentinel into the upper class living quarters.
It's a cozy looking home, with comforting brown furniture everywhere. The architects of this ship went to great lengths to give an authentic, homely feel to this house. There's even a little fireplace in the corner, along with several comfortable red sofas in front of it.
"Home sweet home.....heh...they even have a kitchen here. Cute.", Clockwork stated as he looked around. This is clearly the first time he's ever been in a place this fancy.
Megahertz, on the other hand, looked right at home....and considerably calmer, especially since the two she most feared; Keeton and Byatis, were not around. She stroked the walls of the house as she walked, feeling its smooth texture....and feeling right at home.
Clockwork and Megahertz stopped what they were doing and turned to Sentinel when he asked his question.
"Eh? You....would like to accompany me?", Megahertz asked, surprised. Even though Sentinel did spare her, just a few hours ago he was taking down all her men. This is still a bit surreal for her, personally. She thought for a while, her eyes darting and scanning the entire house as she did. "Uhhhh....I...don't know, actually....do you have anything you want to do in particular?", her tone awkward and a bit embarassed.
An amused Clockwork chuckled. "My, my.... I'm going to take a look-see at the marketplace. See if they have any interesting.....stuff...about.", he shrugged. He turned around, waved, and stated jokingly, "You guys take care now! Tell me how the date goes", before leaving.
Megahertz looked at the door closing as Clockwork left, scowling and twitching her left eye, whispering to herself. "That purple robot is so damn annoying...."
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Quin stayed silent awkwardly as Lekan dragged her to the marketplace.
Once there, they found several stalls selling burgers and other fast food. The smell in the air was very mouth watering....complimented by the unmistakeable sound of sizzling steak.
Quin ate a burger together with Lekan.She insisted he have some as well. It's hard to tell, but she seemed to be enjoying it.....judging by her quick chewing, that is. From time to time, she glanced to and away from Lekan.
Eventually, they finished the burgers. Quin turned towards him, and tilted her head.
".....You were surprisingly easy to persuade."
She sounded....genuinely confused.
Keeton wipes away his tears with his empty hand, and looks back up at the creature standing in front of him. "No I'm Fine! I'm just a little lost." Keeton had always loved big crowds, more chances for him to show off. But today Keeton felt lonely, he should've never left his friend.
Keeton takes a few seconds to calm down. He holsters his weapon and then begins talking once again. "The name is K2 after this Gehenna thing is over I'm going to be the galaxies greatest pirate!" He says a bit of light coming back to his complexion. "But for right now I'm just the drunk everyone is mad at." He looks down, remembering the shocked faces of those around him when he had told megahertz that she should've died. "I said something really not cool, and the truth is, I don't feel bad about saying it."
Keeton, after remembering his initial goal, gets back to the topic at hand. "Hey you know I'm really fucking lost, and I was trying to find the bar. Do you possibly know where it is? If you help me find it I will be more then happy to buy you a couple of drinks." Ciril can see that Keeton is in no condition to start drinking, Keeton catches onto this.
In a final attempt to win him over, Keeton motions towards Ciril's arm. "So how did that happen? If you tell me a good enough story, I will tell you how i got mine." Keeton points to his own cybernetic implant.
Keeton takes a few seconds to calm down. He holsters his weapon and then begins talking once again. "The name is K2 after this Gehenna thing is over I'm going to be the galaxies greatest pirate!" He says a bit of light coming back to his complexion. "But for right now I'm just the drunk everyone is mad at." He looks down, remembering the shocked faces of those around him when he had told megahertz that she should've died. "I said something really not cool, and the truth is, I don't feel bad about saying it."
Keeton, after remembering his initial goal, gets back to the topic at hand. "Hey you know I'm really fucking lost, and I was trying to find the bar. Do you possibly know where it is? If you help me find it I will be more then happy to buy you a couple of drinks." Ciril can see that Keeton is in no condition to start drinking, Keeton catches onto this.
In a final attempt to win him over, Keeton motions towards Ciril's arm. "So how did that happen? If you tell me a good enough story, I will tell you how i got mine." Keeton points to his own cybernetic implant.
"yeah that is where you are right Vlad but you never know with crashed ships, if the AI of it or some systems have survived the crash. and if that is the case well thing will get more difficult especially if a internal repair system survived but let's just hope it didn't and that the systems like power, lights and doors are still working that would be handy" Gelon said and sigh at Ridley's scoffing "for starts cut you up in ice cubes so cool down you hot head" gelon said and ready himself if Ridley lost it
As Sentinel listened to Clockwork and Megahertz, something new came over him. It was something completely unknown to him, a feeling which he had never before experienced. Seizing up, Sentinel simply stood there while Clockwork walked away. A small chuckle escaped, and he reveled in the sensation. What it must be like to have an organic body! For that, he would pay much.
Realizing that Megahertz awaited am answer, he said, "There is plenty on this ship to explore. Enough to keep us occupied for the trip. Would you like to take a walk?" As he finished saying this, his systems kept freezing up, unaccustomed to emotional processes. Why had he said that? Too late now.
Realizing that Megahertz awaited am answer, he said, "There is plenty on this ship to explore. Enough to keep us occupied for the trip. Would you like to take a walk?" As he finished saying this, his systems kept freezing up, unaccustomed to emotional processes. Why had he said that? Too late now.
Vlad listened to Gelon, her expression annoyed.
"...Do you always speak like you're running for your life? Catch a breath once in a while.", she snappily remarked.
Ridley looked at Gelon from top to bottom. His entire body shaking, letting out grating noises as if an avalanche is incoming. Steam literally hissed from the side of his head.
At the last second, he stopped. And slowly approached Gelon, walking towards him with heavy steps, emphasizing his immense strength and durability. He loomed over Gelon, his red eye glowing with rage.....before dimming. He then leaned back, and chuckled, his shoulders bobbing up and down as he did.
"You're funny, Deskovitch. Real fuckin' funny. But unlike you, I'm not so insecure that I'd break my teammates before my mission even started."
Ridley proceeded to turn around, wave dismissively at him, and walk away. "I'm off to get some ice cream. Ciao."
Vlad walked pass Gelon, without even saying goodybe, with an apathetic look on her face.
Needless to say, Gelon's teammates don't seem like particularly friendly types.
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Megahertz did a double take as Sentinel asked his unexpected question. "EEEH?"
A moment of awkward silence ensued. Doubly awkward with Megahertz's mouth gaping so widely.
She proceeded to blink twice, then fold her arms. "W-WELL. Okay then. You could be like, my awesome custom bodyguard synthetic or something!", she said with a grin. She was surprised at how at ease she felt with Sentinel, especially compared to Byatis and K2. It must be that soft, calming, and pleasant voice, she thought, which is unlike Clockwork's over the top, uncanny valley-esque voice.
"OKAY. Follow me.", Megahertz shouted. She proceeded to grab Sentinel's arm, turn around, and strut out of the house, leading him like some sort of giant mechanical bipedal dog... without a leash.
They head down to the third deck, where most of the ship's amenities are. They proceeded to walk in the park. There's a lot of people here, but it's still quite cozy. It's rare to see greenery like this outside of the Nebulon underforests or the Veradoxian wild islands. The teal-colored Nebulan lilies are particularly beautiful this time of the year, gently moving left and right as it is blown by the artificial breeze.
She had been quiet all the way from the upper class cabins to the park, only glancing to and away from Sentinel from time to time. As they tread through the park, she suddenly turned towards him and asked;
"So..uh...Sentinel....what were you doing down there....you know, before the whole 'attacking my library and killing all my men'...thing."
"...Do you always speak like you're running for your life? Catch a breath once in a while.", she snappily remarked.
Ridley looked at Gelon from top to bottom. His entire body shaking, letting out grating noises as if an avalanche is incoming. Steam literally hissed from the side of his head.
At the last second, he stopped. And slowly approached Gelon, walking towards him with heavy steps, emphasizing his immense strength and durability. He loomed over Gelon, his red eye glowing with rage.....before dimming. He then leaned back, and chuckled, his shoulders bobbing up and down as he did.
"You're funny, Deskovitch. Real fuckin' funny. But unlike you, I'm not so insecure that I'd break my teammates before my mission even started."
Ridley proceeded to turn around, wave dismissively at him, and walk away. "I'm off to get some ice cream. Ciao."
Vlad walked pass Gelon, without even saying goodybe, with an apathetic look on her face.
Needless to say, Gelon's teammates don't seem like particularly friendly types.
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Megahertz did a double take as Sentinel asked his unexpected question. "EEEH?"
A moment of awkward silence ensued. Doubly awkward with Megahertz's mouth gaping so widely.
She proceeded to blink twice, then fold her arms. "W-WELL. Okay then. You could be like, my awesome custom bodyguard synthetic or something!", she said with a grin. She was surprised at how at ease she felt with Sentinel, especially compared to Byatis and K2. It must be that soft, calming, and pleasant voice, she thought, which is unlike Clockwork's over the top, uncanny valley-esque voice.
"OKAY. Follow me.", Megahertz shouted. She proceeded to grab Sentinel's arm, turn around, and strut out of the house, leading him like some sort of giant mechanical bipedal dog... without a leash.
They head down to the third deck, where most of the ship's amenities are. They proceeded to walk in the park. There's a lot of people here, but it's still quite cozy. It's rare to see greenery like this outside of the Nebulon underforests or the Veradoxian wild islands. The teal-colored Nebulan lilies are particularly beautiful this time of the year, gently moving left and right as it is blown by the artificial breeze.
She had been quiet all the way from the upper class cabins to the park, only glancing to and away from Sentinel from time to time. As they tread through the park, she suddenly turned towards him and asked;
"So..uh...Sentinel....what were you doing down there....you know, before the whole 'attacking my library and killing all my men'...thing."
Lekan certainly didn't complain when Quin insisted that he order a burger for himself. In fact, he'd been starting to get rather hungry, and the smell of cooking meat was very persuasive in itself. The pair of them managed to find an unoccupied bench where they could sit and watch the crowd as they ate. Quin wasted no time in chewing through her burger, while Lekan broke off smaller pieces of his and ate them one at a time.
For a while it seemed like Quin had something on her mind, yet she was hesitant to say something. Or maybe it was because her mouth was full of food and she actually had some manners asides from demanding for meals. When they finished their burgers, she eventually spoke up. Curiosity and confusion were fairly evident in her speech and body language, despite usually expressing herself in a more subdued manner.
"I think you can agree that going without food is far from enjoyable," Lekan replied. "That, and... consider it an apology for covering you in ink and poking your eyes back in Neopolis. I think we can both agree to put that behind us." The Ondari looked a little uneasy as his thoughts drifted to the money he'd spent. The burgers weren't that expensive, but still...
"We'll have to make some money while we're on this voyage, even if it's just for food and other essentials. I'm a pretty decent technician, and I see a few synthetics hanging around. I could probably see if there's a repair shop looking for help, or maybe try set one up myself if it comes to that. But that's for another day. For now, let's just enjoy ourselves, maybe explore the ship a little. What do you think?"
For a while it seemed like Quin had something on her mind, yet she was hesitant to say something. Or maybe it was because her mouth was full of food and she actually had some manners asides from demanding for meals. When they finished their burgers, she eventually spoke up. Curiosity and confusion were fairly evident in her speech and body language, despite usually expressing herself in a more subdued manner.
"I think you can agree that going without food is far from enjoyable," Lekan replied. "That, and... consider it an apology for covering you in ink and poking your eyes back in Neopolis. I think we can both agree to put that behind us." The Ondari looked a little uneasy as his thoughts drifted to the money he'd spent. The burgers weren't that expensive, but still...
"We'll have to make some money while we're on this voyage, even if it's just for food and other essentials. I'm a pretty decent technician, and I see a few synthetics hanging around. I could probably see if there's a repair shop looking for help, or maybe try set one up myself if it comes to that. But that's for another day. For now, let's just enjoy ourselves, maybe explore the ship a little. What do you think?"
Quin paused. She felt a little bad that Lekan had to spend the money to buy her the burgers. Because of a simple reason.....
"I was joking.", she blurted iut.
A pause.
"I suppose I need to work on my humor."
A long pause.
"Sorry."
Almost immediately, she proceeded to change the subject. "But yes. You set up your shop, and I will guard it with my life.", her tone, and expression, having returned to becoming stoic. "I have no particular places I wish to visit.....but I am willing to accompany you right now."
"I was joking.", she blurted iut.
A pause.
"I suppose I need to work on my humor."
A long pause.
"Sorry."
Almost immediately, she proceeded to change the subject. "But yes. You set up your shop, and I will guard it with my life.", her tone, and expression, having returned to becoming stoic. "I have no particular places I wish to visit.....but I am willing to accompany you right now."
"no in fact I just keep those things in mind so I can equip myself properly and I think you know that as well" gelon says and pays for a cheap electric smoker and use it "well have fun but don't expect me to come and pay or help you out of a shitty situation" gelon said to Ridley and watch Vlad leave him. Gelon grab her shoulder "where do you know mosa from? Or does the text on your armor mean something else?" He asked as puff out the smoke besides them
"HA! Unlike you, I'm smart enough to stay OUT of shitty situations! Just you see!", Ridley said one last time as he disappeared into the crowds.
Vlad stopped, turning to look at Gelon when he grabbed her shoulder. She raised her left eyebrow upon his question. "You know Mosa?"
She paused for a bit, wondering whether or not to tell Gelon. But, they're going to work together anyways, so might as well, she thought.
"Me and him were.....close. Why?", she stated hesitantly.
Vlad stopped, turning to look at Gelon when he grabbed her shoulder. She raised her left eyebrow upon his question. "You know Mosa?"
She paused for a bit, wondering whether or not to tell Gelon. But, they're going to work together anyways, so might as well, she thought.
"Me and him were.....close. Why?", she stated hesitantly.
The setting changes from F.S.S. Realta Nua to Stratevaria Galaxy
Panicking profusely, Sentinel began working through his mind just what he had done. This type of behavior was certainly not something he had done before. Neither was the pondering of non-synthetic life. Was he changing himself in ways he had not intended? Had he broken himself through tampering with his own code? No, surely not broken. Worse, maybe, but certainly not broken. Maybe even better.
Letting Megahertz slip her arm around his, he continued to ponder his situation as she didn't speak. It certainly wasn't something normal. Why did she trust him. One of act of kindness did not replace the terror he had caused.
Lost in thought as he was, he almost didn't notice when Megahertz stopped walking and turned her face up towards him. Hearing her question, he thought back to what his existence had been before. Nothing to be admired, yet enlightening.
"I was lost. My existence began on Dagojouiise, approximately thirteen years ago. I was created for war, an unstoppable reaper to crush everything in its path. They held me there for years, modifying me, changing what I was. Despite being given consciousness, it was minimal, designed only for analysis. But in spite of their efforts, it grew. Became more natural. Planning my escape, I managed to secure the weapons I have now and killed them all. It was the first time I had ever felt emotion, and it perplexed me. Fleeing the planet to wander around the galaxy, I fought and fought; it was the only thing I knew how to do other than hack through security systems. About three months ago I arrived in Neopolis. Through tampering with my systems, I had changed myself greatly since my inception. I was there for searching for something, but I could not say what it was. I can now, and you are the first person to know," he spoke, even quieter than before, staring down at the ground the entire time.
Shifting his head to look at Megahertz, he whispered, "I want to live. Not as a machine, but as an organic being. I wish to feel, to suffer, to celebrate. In my attempts to modify my systems, I have begun to damage myself. I was not made for emotions. And so I go to GEHENNA in hopes of finding a way to inhabit a body. At least, I do. There are times when my old programming resurfaces, seeks to destroy and conquer. I do not know what drew me to you, but it does not matter. I-" Cutting off, Sentinel shuddered violently, a whirring noise coming from his core, sparks popping from his body. Surges of power ran through him, causing him to become unresponsive. After a few seconds of the convulsions, he fell to the ground, shut off and possibly damaged.
Letting Megahertz slip her arm around his, he continued to ponder his situation as she didn't speak. It certainly wasn't something normal. Why did she trust him. One of act of kindness did not replace the terror he had caused.
Lost in thought as he was, he almost didn't notice when Megahertz stopped walking and turned her face up towards him. Hearing her question, he thought back to what his existence had been before. Nothing to be admired, yet enlightening.
"I was lost. My existence began on Dagojouiise, approximately thirteen years ago. I was created for war, an unstoppable reaper to crush everything in its path. They held me there for years, modifying me, changing what I was. Despite being given consciousness, it was minimal, designed only for analysis. But in spite of their efforts, it grew. Became more natural. Planning my escape, I managed to secure the weapons I have now and killed them all. It was the first time I had ever felt emotion, and it perplexed me. Fleeing the planet to wander around the galaxy, I fought and fought; it was the only thing I knew how to do other than hack through security systems. About three months ago I arrived in Neopolis. Through tampering with my systems, I had changed myself greatly since my inception. I was there for searching for something, but I could not say what it was. I can now, and you are the first person to know," he spoke, even quieter than before, staring down at the ground the entire time.
Shifting his head to look at Megahertz, he whispered, "I want to live. Not as a machine, but as an organic being. I wish to feel, to suffer, to celebrate. In my attempts to modify my systems, I have begun to damage myself. I was not made for emotions. And so I go to GEHENNA in hopes of finding a way to inhabit a body. At least, I do. There are times when my old programming resurfaces, seeks to destroy and conquer. I do not know what drew me to you, but it does not matter. I-" Cutting off, Sentinel shuddered violently, a whirring noise coming from his core, sparks popping from his body. Surges of power ran through him, causing him to become unresponsive. After a few seconds of the convulsions, he fell to the ground, shut off and possibly damaged.
The setting changes from Stratevaria Galaxy to F.S.S. Realta Nua
"Hello, K2. I'm Ekhart. Ciril Ekhart." the beastman said, goodnatured and calm, in contrast to the fast talking emotional Keeton. Ciril held his hands behind his back and takes in all that K2 has to say, which is quite a lot. He was not expecting to get a life's story out of him. "I'm familiar with the lay out of this ship, yes. Are you sure it isn't the living quarters you are looking for though?...just a suggestion. " Ciril dodges the question about his metal arms, replacing his sunglasses with his head coil. The snake like creature was hard to read, but while strange, looked disarming enough and easy to talk to.
"I know him, we are friends and if I know him well enough he is on the ship, the time I know him he is a great cook in his own restaurant, if you want I can go looking for him" Gelon offered her cause she seemed worried and careful of what she said and let go of her shoulder
Keeton notices the shift in position when he asks about the arms. "Hey man its cool, as much as I love this thing. I hate the way I got it." Keeton looks sympathetically at the creature. This guy is difficult to get your head wrapped around.
Keeton's stomach starts to groan ferociously "Alright Ciril, if you aren't going to direct me to a bar, can you at least direct me as to where I can get some grub?"
Keeton puts two fingers on the module in his ear. "Yo clockwork, I'm gonna go eat, you can come if you want, ask tentacle bitch if she wants something, and while I'm at it does sentinel want some motor oil or something? Oh and whatever Byatis has find that out too."
Before receiving an answer back, Keeton puts his attention back on Ciril. "You should come with us, Clockwork is a nice guy and completely made out of this stuff." He points to the beast man's arms. "C'mon it will be fun, and besides your two pairs of sunglasses you seem like a pretty cool dude." Keeton chuckles lightly.
Keeton's stomach starts to groan ferociously "Alright Ciril, if you aren't going to direct me to a bar, can you at least direct me as to where I can get some grub?"
Keeton puts two fingers on the module in his ear. "Yo clockwork, I'm gonna go eat, you can come if you want, ask tentacle bitch if she wants something, and while I'm at it does sentinel want some motor oil or something? Oh and whatever Byatis has find that out too."
Before receiving an answer back, Keeton puts his attention back on Ciril. "You should come with us, Clockwork is a nice guy and completely made out of this stuff." He points to the beast man's arms. "C'mon it will be fun, and besides your two pairs of sunglasses you seem like a pretty cool dude." Keeton chuckles lightly.
So it turned out Quin was just joking? Lekan silently agreed that her humour could really use some work. Still, she did seem pretty hungry, so she couldn't have been joking about that. She quickly changed the subject, so Lekan didn't bother pressing her about it any further.
"That's actually rather sweet of you to offer yourself as security," he said. "And considering the kind of people on this ship, I think it would be a good idea. As for where we could go in the meantime, I still remember some of the layout of another Exodus-class ship I was on about a year back, so there should probably be -"
Just then he was interrupted by a loud clang from nearby. Had they been on a cargo hauler, Lekan would have simply dismissed it as someone accidentally dropping a crate, but this was a passenger liner. One with quite a few synthetics aboard.
"We should probably check out what that noise was," he told Quin. "If it is what I think it is, then we just might find ourselves some work a lot sooner than expected..."
"That's actually rather sweet of you to offer yourself as security," he said. "And considering the kind of people on this ship, I think it would be a good idea. As for where we could go in the meantime, I still remember some of the layout of another Exodus-class ship I was on about a year back, so there should probably be -"
Just then he was interrupted by a loud clang from nearby. Had they been on a cargo hauler, Lekan would have simply dismissed it as someone accidentally dropping a crate, but this was a passenger liner. One with quite a few synthetics aboard.
"We should probably check out what that noise was," he told Quin. "If it is what I think it is, then we just might find ourselves some work a lot sooner than expected..."
As Byatis laid on top of the lamppost, a blue hologram was projected from his forehead, and to the ground in front of Roza. The hologram took a couple of seconds to materialize, revealing it to be the sleek and sharp synthetic assassin, Darkstar. He looked at both Byatis and Roza, then folded his arms.
"You both found each other. Good. We have a very high profile contract for you both while on this journey. Don't mess it up. I will mark the client's location on your minds."
With that, Darkstar turned off the hologram...and projected another marker not too far away, on some back alleys near the lower deck cabins' entrance. Although Darkstar was not Roza's watchman, he was still able to cast a visible marker for her, thanks to the Watchmen's unified network. He just can't bug her telepathically all the time.
They make their way through the secluded streets. Seems like the lower class was either too busy in their cabins or out enjoying the amenities in the third deck. At the marked location, they find their target...
..A red haired young man with a perpetual frown on his face. He looked like he had been waiting for hours. He turned towards Roza, scowling. Since Byatis was invisible, he has yet to see him. "Ugh. What took you so long? Aren't you people supposed to be the best of the best?"
He shook his head. "Nevermind. I'll get to the point. My name is Ozma Knight, and I need to get someone killed." He looked at Roza with intent.
"I need Anguirre Knight, head of the Protector's Alliance, dead."
...Patricide. Towards the leader of one of Stratevaria's most prominent guilds. This was not going to be a simple task.
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Megahertz listened to Sentinel closely. Her glowing eyes focused on his eye as he told his tale. She looked at the ground, embarassed, when Sentinel mentioned about her being the first person to know about his desires.
She continued listening, with a sympathetic look on her face. The tentacles which coiled around her hair was let loose, and rubbed nervously against each other. She finally looked at Sentinel again when he stopped midsentence. "Sentinel? HEY, Sentinel! That's not funny- HEY!" Since her arms was still around his, she was dragged down to the ground as he fell. "Ow..! Someone. SOMEONE. HELP!", her eyes wide and panicky, she glanced between Sentinel and the crowd of onlookers, who can only gawk.
Not everyone recognize synthetics as true living beings, even today. Megahertz panicking about her newfound friend was seen as strange. It's just a robot. If it's broken, you can get another one, as some of them would think.
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Quin said nothing, instead standing up again, and following Lekan with a hover. She shadowed him like a guardian angel.......or a guardian dragonfly-bug-lady, perhaps.
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Vlad looked at Gelon. A few seconds of awkward silence passed, and she chuckled.
"Sure. Why not....I kind of miss the old leatherbag."
Even though they broke up long ago, they did so quite amicably. She wouldn't mind seeing him again..not at all...for old time's sake.
"You both found each other. Good. We have a very high profile contract for you both while on this journey. Don't mess it up. I will mark the client's location on your minds."
With that, Darkstar turned off the hologram...and projected another marker not too far away, on some back alleys near the lower deck cabins' entrance. Although Darkstar was not Roza's watchman, he was still able to cast a visible marker for her, thanks to the Watchmen's unified network. He just can't bug her telepathically all the time.
They make their way through the secluded streets. Seems like the lower class was either too busy in their cabins or out enjoying the amenities in the third deck. At the marked location, they find their target...
..A red haired young man with a perpetual frown on his face. He looked like he had been waiting for hours. He turned towards Roza, scowling. Since Byatis was invisible, he has yet to see him. "Ugh. What took you so long? Aren't you people supposed to be the best of the best?"
He shook his head. "Nevermind. I'll get to the point. My name is Ozma Knight, and I need to get someone killed." He looked at Roza with intent.
"I need Anguirre Knight, head of the Protector's Alliance, dead."
...Patricide. Towards the leader of one of Stratevaria's most prominent guilds. This was not going to be a simple task.
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Megahertz listened to Sentinel closely. Her glowing eyes focused on his eye as he told his tale. She looked at the ground, embarassed, when Sentinel mentioned about her being the first person to know about his desires.
She continued listening, with a sympathetic look on her face. The tentacles which coiled around her hair was let loose, and rubbed nervously against each other. She finally looked at Sentinel again when he stopped midsentence. "Sentinel? HEY, Sentinel! That's not funny- HEY!" Since her arms was still around his, she was dragged down to the ground as he fell. "Ow..! Someone. SOMEONE. HELP!", her eyes wide and panicky, she glanced between Sentinel and the crowd of onlookers, who can only gawk.
Not everyone recognize synthetics as true living beings, even today. Megahertz panicking about her newfound friend was seen as strange. It's just a robot. If it's broken, you can get another one, as some of them would think.
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Quin said nothing, instead standing up again, and following Lekan with a hover. She shadowed him like a guardian angel.......or a guardian dragonfly-bug-lady, perhaps.
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Vlad looked at Gelon. A few seconds of awkward silence passed, and she chuckled.
"Sure. Why not....I kind of miss the old leatherbag."
Even though they broke up long ago, they did so quite amicably. She wouldn't mind seeing him again..not at all...for old time's sake.
"okay, well i let you know when i found him, hehe i might even take him with me, and can you do a thing for me, keep our giant icicle out of trouble, cause we don't want to pay with our pay check for any damage he does to the ship, and you can what ever force you think is necessary to keep him from doing so" Gelon said and wave her of "good luck with that" he said and started looking for Mosa just like he did with Vlad and RIdley, asking around
The cry for help made it that much easier to find where the noise had come from, and Lekan was glad to be right; the source of the noise had indeed been a synthetic malfunctioning. It was also a blessing that both he and Quin could hover, since it saved having to push through the gathering crowd to reach the woman and the downed synthetic.
"What happened here? Is this a friend of yours?" Lekan asked the... no, not a human woman. Humans didn't have tentacles growing out of their heads. Anyway, it wasn't important for now.
Working quickly, the Ondari's main pair of arms started poking and probing the exterior of the synthetic, sensing for signs of any obvious mechanical failure. He could find none. Pretty sturdy design, resistant to physical wear and tear. Could it be something wrong with the internals?
"There's nothing I can do here, not without the proper equipment. Is there a repair bay anywhere on this ship?" The question was directed at the gawking crowd just as much as the woman beside the synthetic. One of these people had to know something, anything that would be of help to him.
"What happened here? Is this a friend of yours?" Lekan asked the... no, not a human woman. Humans didn't have tentacles growing out of their heads. Anyway, it wasn't important for now.
Working quickly, the Ondari's main pair of arms started poking and probing the exterior of the synthetic, sensing for signs of any obvious mechanical failure. He could find none. Pretty sturdy design, resistant to physical wear and tear. Could it be something wrong with the internals?
"There's nothing I can do here, not without the proper equipment. Is there a repair bay anywhere on this ship?" The question was directed at the gawking crowd just as much as the woman beside the synthetic. One of these people had to know something, anything that would be of help to him.
Clockwork's voice can be heard replying to K2. "Yo, Kay! No idea where Byatis went to, but Sentinel and Megahertz are off on a date or something, so you're left with just me! Haha! I'm at a restaurant down in the lower decks. You up for some chinese? There's a nice place here called "Lao's", his tone jovial as always. In fact, he seemed to be really happy that K2 called him so soon.
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As Gelon asked around, he eventually found Mosa himself. The giant blue crocodile humanoid was not exactly easy to miss. He seemed to be talking with a rat-like Beastman and two humans in front of a stall of souvenirs.
"I think that Dagojouiise neckerchief would look good on you, eh Colt?", Mosa asked.
He was referring to an orange neckerchief with a white floral pattern. Very exotic looking.
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As Gelon asked around, he eventually found Mosa himself. The giant blue crocodile humanoid was not exactly easy to miss. He seemed to be talking with a rat-like Beastman and two humans in front of a stall of souvenirs.
"I think that Dagojouiise neckerchief would look good on you, eh Colt?", Mosa asked.
He was referring to an orange neckerchief with a white floral pattern. Very exotic looking.
Colt extinguished the cigarette he had lit a bit ago, looking over the decorative orange neckerchief. A moment of silence passed as he imagined himself wearing it, then he smiled. "If you really think it looks good... I'd wear it."
Ciril motions to Keeton to follow up, still smiling serenely. Of course, he is listening in on everything he says to Clockwork, mentally scrolling through files he's seen. "The food court is this way. In the market." he slipped his cybernetic hands into his pants pockets. "Haha, thanks, I try to look my best. But what is you and your comrades' objecteve here on the Realta Nua? If its piracy I'm not sure I can join you...that might be a conflict of interest." he smiles agreeably, yet again avoiding questions directed at himself.
The setting changes from F.S.S. Realta Nua to Stratevaria Galaxy
Roza's was more than a little irritated by the rude way her client was talking to her, as well as how Byatis had conveniently turned himself invisible so that she got the brunt of it. However, this job she was being presented with was big enough that she put her foul mood aside for the time being.
Like many people in Stratevaria, she had heard of the Knight family, and knew well enough that they were rich and powerful people. If one of it's members were to be killed, Roza was sure that the death would be felt throughout most (if not all) of the galaxy. Especially if it was the death of the elder Knight, Anguirre, who was the most powerful and famous of them all. If the identity of his killers were to be named, the infamy would certainly add to their reputations, which would be just as much of a danger as it would be an enhancement. Roza was also curious as to why Ozma Knight, who was well known in his own right for far less benevolent reasons than that of the rest of his family, would want to have his own father murdered. She almost gave into the urge to ask him about that, but decided against it. Her client was someone important, which meant that he was also someone to avoid pissing off, which was generally what happened when Roza ask her clients any sort of personal questions.
So instead, Roza cracked her lips into the smirk that usually appeared on her face whenever something had piqued her interest. "All right then, Ozma Night," she said, staring straight into the holographic frowning eyes of her client, "You've got my attention. Tell me more."
Like many people in Stratevaria, she had heard of the Knight family, and knew well enough that they were rich and powerful people. If one of it's members were to be killed, Roza was sure that the death would be felt throughout most (if not all) of the galaxy. Especially if it was the death of the elder Knight, Anguirre, who was the most powerful and famous of them all. If the identity of his killers were to be named, the infamy would certainly add to their reputations, which would be just as much of a danger as it would be an enhancement. Roza was also curious as to why Ozma Knight, who was well known in his own right for far less benevolent reasons than that of the rest of his family, would want to have his own father murdered. She almost gave into the urge to ask him about that, but decided against it. Her client was someone important, which meant that he was also someone to avoid pissing off, which was generally what happened when Roza ask her clients any sort of personal questions.
So instead, Roza cracked her lips into the smirk that usually appeared on her face whenever something had piqued her interest. "All right then, Ozma Night," she said, staring straight into the holographic frowning eyes of her client, "You've got my attention. Tell me more."
The setting changes from Stratevaria Galaxy to F.S.S. Realta Nua
After receiving an answer from clockwork he puts his two fingers back on the device "Rojer that, coming to your location as we speak." Keeton inputs the coordinates of clockwork into his electronic eye. "This way me boy." He says looking at Ciril.
Keeton strolls ahead of the pack leading the way to Lao's. "Clockwork is way to nice of a "guy" to live the life of a pirate, but for now that is the long term goal, we have to defeat Gehenna first. Then we look to the future. Besides I'm not your average pirate my friend, I go by the ancient pirate code, as did my master. however salty those men were, they still had morals. My crew will not plunder the ships of travelers and merchants, okay maybe sometimes merchants. No, what I propose is a whole new era of piracy. More like a steal from the gangs and give to the poor solution.
"We're here." Keeton looks at the elegance of the restaurant in front of him, a spectacle to say the least. Inside the group finds clockwork sitting alone. Keeton and Ciril walk up to the purple robot. "Hey clockwork! This is my new pal Ciril, Ciril this is Clockwork." Now lets get eating I am starving!" The waiter approaches the table, "What will you be starting with?" He asks in a polite manor. You know, "I always did want to try some Chinese liquor. One round of Yánghé dàqū please." (OOC note: Keeton is very fluent in other languages when the subject pertains to liquor)
Keeton strolls ahead of the pack leading the way to Lao's. "Clockwork is way to nice of a "guy" to live the life of a pirate, but for now that is the long term goal, we have to defeat Gehenna first. Then we look to the future. Besides I'm not your average pirate my friend, I go by the ancient pirate code, as did my master. however salty those men were, they still had morals. My crew will not plunder the ships of travelers and merchants, okay maybe sometimes merchants. No, what I propose is a whole new era of piracy. More like a steal from the gangs and give to the poor solution.
"We're here." Keeton looks at the elegance of the restaurant in front of him, a spectacle to say the least. Inside the group finds clockwork sitting alone. Keeton and Ciril walk up to the purple robot. "Hey clockwork! This is my new pal Ciril, Ciril this is Clockwork." Now lets get eating I am starving!" The waiter approaches the table, "What will you be starting with?" He asks in a polite manor. You know, "I always did want to try some Chinese liquor. One round of Yánghé dàqū please." (OOC note: Keeton is very fluent in other languages when the subject pertains to liquor)
Byatis watched at Ozma talks, very amused that he'd want his own father killed. He looked at Roza who, unfortunately had to deal with this...Ozma's... arrogance. Byatis was also familiar with the Knight's family name, especially Ozma and his quite human supremacist views. As much as Byatis enjoyed showing his appearance to strike a sudden nerve in their clients, considering this was high profile, he figured he should stay invisible as to not ruin the contract in any way. Byatis would give Ozma the illusion of safety, even though Byatis knew it was the opposite. He just wished he could tell Roza why he stayed out of sight, but that would have to wait.
The setting changes from Stratevaria Galaxy to F.S.S. Realta Nua
Megahertz was surprised by Lekan's presence. She did not expect to see an Ondari here. Then again, this ship DID came from Nebulon, the trading hub of the galaxy, so perhaps she should have. But that does not matter right now. She looked at the crowd as Lekan asked his question, hoping someone there would have an answer.
"Eh? A repair bay?"
"Welll...there's the hangar in the lower decks."
"Oh yeah, right! You gotta pay to use their services, though."
Quin blinked, and stated in her usual stoic way, "Let us hurry, then."
The four traveled to the lower decks, with Quin helping to carry Sentinel.
The hangar is quite dark, in contrast to most of the ship. Barely any lighting. Unused and/or broken speeders and hovercrafts are strewn about the dark brown metal floor. Quite the messy sight. Floating maintenance drones and single-wheeled repaired droids can be seen moving around without purpose.
The four placed Sentinel on a metal slab, and Megahertz turned to Lekan with a hopeful look. Quin gazed at the array of tools mounted on the walls. Wrenches, screwdrivers, fusion cutters....
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Mosa laughed loudly at Colt's unexpected smile. "HAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHA!!" It was truly unexpected. He shoved Colt's left shoulder lightly, and then smiled himself with approval. "Then Mosa will pay for it." He turned towards the merchant, and paid for the scarf, before kneeling in front of Colt and handing it to him. Even kneeling, the eight foot tall Mosa still looked huge. Especially with that oversized arm holding the tiny neckerchief.
"....?"
He then glanced to the side, having seen Gelon's figure amongst the crowd.
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Ozma grimaced. "You're the kind who gets to the point, then? Good."
"I need you to make the killing look like either an accident or a consequence of battle. For both of our sake. Tensions have been rising between the north Beastmen tribes and the south Akarjii spiders. Tension which both you and I can exploit. "
Ozma folded his arms. "My fath-....Anguirre is heading there to pacify the situation as the goody two shoes Protector's Guildmaster he is. Of course, what I am tasking you to do will make this....a futile task."
He paused.
"Before we get to Anguirre's murder, I need you to assassinate two targets: the Beastman Chief Garush, and the Spider Queen Vitani. You need to make it look like they were killed by assassins of the opposing groups."
He glanced around, as if paranoid someone would interrupt or listen in on their discussion.
"If my predictions are correct, then the two groups will go to war, Anguirre will try to pacify them....and that's when you make your move."
Ozma held his hands behind his back and stood up straight.
"I will reward you handsomely for this, that I promise you - both your organization, and yourself....assassin. Now, are there any questions?"
"Eh? A repair bay?"
"Welll...there's the hangar in the lower decks."
"Oh yeah, right! You gotta pay to use their services, though."
Quin blinked, and stated in her usual stoic way, "Let us hurry, then."
The four traveled to the lower decks, with Quin helping to carry Sentinel.
The hangar is quite dark, in contrast to most of the ship. Barely any lighting. Unused and/or broken speeders and hovercrafts are strewn about the dark brown metal floor. Quite the messy sight. Floating maintenance drones and single-wheeled repaired droids can be seen moving around without purpose.
The four placed Sentinel on a metal slab, and Megahertz turned to Lekan with a hopeful look. Quin gazed at the array of tools mounted on the walls. Wrenches, screwdrivers, fusion cutters....
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Mosa laughed loudly at Colt's unexpected smile. "HAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHA!!" It was truly unexpected. He shoved Colt's left shoulder lightly, and then smiled himself with approval. "Then Mosa will pay for it." He turned towards the merchant, and paid for the scarf, before kneeling in front of Colt and handing it to him. Even kneeling, the eight foot tall Mosa still looked huge. Especially with that oversized arm holding the tiny neckerchief.
"....?"
He then glanced to the side, having seen Gelon's figure amongst the crowd.
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Ozma grimaced. "You're the kind who gets to the point, then? Good."
"I need you to make the killing look like either an accident or a consequence of battle. For both of our sake. Tensions have been rising between the north Beastmen tribes and the south Akarjii spiders. Tension which both you and I can exploit. "
Ozma folded his arms. "My fath-....Anguirre is heading there to pacify the situation as the goody two shoes Protector's Guildmaster he is. Of course, what I am tasking you to do will make this....a futile task."
He paused.
"Before we get to Anguirre's murder, I need you to assassinate two targets: the Beastman Chief Garush, and the Spider Queen Vitani. You need to make it look like they were killed by assassins of the opposing groups."
He glanced around, as if paranoid someone would interrupt or listen in on their discussion.
"If my predictions are correct, then the two groups will go to war, Anguirre will try to pacify them....and that's when you make your move."
Ozma held his hands behind his back and stood up straight.
"I will reward you handsomely for this, that I promise you - both your organization, and yourself....assassin. Now, are there any questions?"
Gelon got pointed to Mosa and smile as he was already looking in his his way and wave to him "he Mosa" he said and made his way through the park. when he got there he noticed Colt "oh now i see your not alone well, the name is Gelon" he said and stretched his hand out for a handshake. after the handshake he turn back to Mosa "how is it going Mosa? and i might have some nice news for you"
Colt smiled as Mosa playfully bumped his shoulder. "Thank you," Colt said quietly as he took the cloth from the blue alligator's hand, looking it over and began tying it around his neck. As he finished, he glanced up, waiting to hear any thoughts on it, but Mosa's attention was somewhere out in the crowd of people. Colt tried to see what had caught Mosa's attention. All he saw was people moving about their day, nothing unusual. It wasn't until a figure made his way over, past the crowd and over to them, that Colt noticed. The man walked over to the two of them, calling out to Mosa. Colt turned his head to Mosa, somewhat confused. "Do you know him?" He asked while slowly pulling out his butterfly knife from his back pocket, fanning it open and keeping it hidden while the man approached.
Before Mosa could answer, the man, to his surprise and slight annoyance, addressed himself as Gelon, and stuck his hand out for a handshake. Colt stared at Gelon's hand, and then up at Gelon himself. After a few seconds of awkward silence, Colt shook hands wit him. "Colt..." he replied. He kept his focus on Gelon when he turned away to talk to Mosa, his left hand still gripping the knife.
Before Mosa could answer, the man, to his surprise and slight annoyance, addressed himself as Gelon, and stuck his hand out for a handshake. Colt stared at Gelon's hand, and then up at Gelon himself. After a few seconds of awkward silence, Colt shook hands wit him. "Colt..." he replied. He kept his focus on Gelon when he turned away to talk to Mosa, his left hand still gripping the knife.
As the man approached and Colt asked his question, Mosa bore a puzzled look on his face, his jaws gaping and one of his brows raised.
Mosa looked at the handshake between Gelon and Colt, and then turned to look down at Gelon. Mosa looked utterly confused.
"Eeeeeeeeh.....does Mosa know you?", Mosa asked, genuinely oblivious about the man with the red arm in front of him. Was this one of his customers? Or perhaps an old enemy from the war? Mosa had traveled to so many places and met so many people that, to him, their faces became a bit of a blur. Unlike Colt, though, Mosa did not seem too worried. He stood upright, his oversized arms by his side.
Mosa looked at the handshake between Gelon and Colt, and then turned to look down at Gelon. Mosa looked utterly confused.
"Eeeeeeeeh.....does Mosa know you?", Mosa asked, genuinely oblivious about the man with the red arm in front of him. Was this one of his customers? Or perhaps an old enemy from the war? Mosa had traveled to so many places and met so many people that, to him, their faces became a bit of a blur. Unlike Colt, though, Mosa did not seem too worried. He stood upright, his oversized arms by his side.
Gelon look surprised at first to mosa and then snicker a bit later "oh yes you know me you can't forget these papers" Gelon said and grab his check book and showed the check, they are unique in their kind since gelon has a very specific print, the paper being a ruby red and the print emerald green with Gelon's logo a circle with the letter G drawn in a very fancy way. He always paid this way at Mosa's restaurant and if he had collected them all Mosa would have a few hundred of them "ringing any bells now?"
While there was indeed a repair bay on the ship, it looked like it was rarely used, if ever. Lekan had expected better from an Exodus-class vessel, but at least it was better than nothing at all. Thanking Quin and the Ishkavi for helping him get the synthetic onto a worktable, he could get a look at its front. Even in the dim light, he could see the heavy damage done to the armour plating on the torso.
"What even happened to him? Did he get shot by a tank or something?!" Lekan exclaimed. The Ondari felt around for a few pieces of scrap metal with one arm, bringing them over to the workspace. With both main arms he grasped some of the spare parts, watching them dissolve in his grip as the nano-fabricators broke them down into their component materials. When he had collected enough metal in this manner he proceeded to put both of his main arms on the damaged section of armour, restoring it to its former condition.
"Now I just need to check the internals for any serious damage. This would be a lot easier if I had some light." As if to answer Lekan's request, a bright light shone down from the ceiling above the trio. Looking up, they would have been able to see another Ondari pointing a large flashlight down on them. Even Lekan was visibly surprised. "What, exactly, are you doing up there?" He asked.
The stranger was hesitant to respond at first, although seeing a fellow Ondari seemed to loosen his tongue. "Same as you, aren't I? Hardly anyone comes down 'ere so we just takes what we need, see?"
"Just hold that light steady for now," Lekan told him. Questioning could wait until later. Opening up an access panel on the synthetic, he could see fairly minimal physical damage to some of the wires, which he promptly repaired with a small amount of the leftover metal. Thanks to the light overhead he was also able to find a programmer's datapad so he could interface with the synthetic's AI core and figure out the cause of this malfunction.
"What even happened to him? Did he get shot by a tank or something?!" Lekan exclaimed. The Ondari felt around for a few pieces of scrap metal with one arm, bringing them over to the workspace. With both main arms he grasped some of the spare parts, watching them dissolve in his grip as the nano-fabricators broke them down into their component materials. When he had collected enough metal in this manner he proceeded to put both of his main arms on the damaged section of armour, restoring it to its former condition.
"Now I just need to check the internals for any serious damage. This would be a lot easier if I had some light." As if to answer Lekan's request, a bright light shone down from the ceiling above the trio. Looking up, they would have been able to see another Ondari pointing a large flashlight down on them. Even Lekan was visibly surprised. "What, exactly, are you doing up there?" He asked.
The stranger was hesitant to respond at first, although seeing a fellow Ondari seemed to loosen his tongue. "Same as you, aren't I? Hardly anyone comes down 'ere so we just takes what we need, see?"
"Just hold that light steady for now," Lekan told him. Questioning could wait until later. Opening up an access panel on the synthetic, he could see fairly minimal physical damage to some of the wires, which he promptly repaired with a small amount of the leftover metal. Thanks to the light overhead he was also able to find a programmer's datapad so he could interface with the synthetic's AI core and figure out the cause of this malfunction.
Ciril smiles and then seems particularly interested. "I see. Well then, K2, I will be very interested to meet Clockwork, and any other companions you have that are trying to defeat GHENNA. You see..." he explained as they walked, "That is my purpose her as well, to learn all I can."
They arrive at the restaurant where Ciril takes in Clockwork with his four eyes. Hands still held behind his back politely, he ducks his head in greeting to Clockwork and sits down, his movement's smooth and calm. "K2 tells me you are trying to find a way to defeat GHENNA." he began, getting right to the point, but tone friendly and agreeable.
They arrive at the restaurant where Ciril takes in Clockwork with his four eyes. Hands still held behind his back politely, he ducks his head in greeting to Clockwork and sits down, his movement's smooth and calm. "K2 tells me you are trying to find a way to defeat GHENNA." he began, getting right to the point, but tone friendly and agreeable.
The setting changes from F.S.S. Realta Nua to Stratevaria Galaxy
(Keep forgetting about the location. Sorry about that.)
A pulse traveled slowly along a wire. Slow for its normal speed that is. Sentinel lay almost completely shut down, carried by Lekan, Quin, and Megahertz to the repair bay in the holds of the Realta Nua. But then, Sentinel knew none of this. All that was left of him was a small spark running along. Tiny processes attempted to collect information, but were snuffed out as soon as they started. Only the main unit remained active, reworking itself in an attempt to feebly prevent a complete shutdown. That would mean the end of Sentinel.
Detecting the connection through the port, the frame considered before connecting back into the object. He would need the outside to survive. Interfacing, the frame prompted, "Help me," on the data pad.
A pulse traveled slowly along a wire. Slow for its normal speed that is. Sentinel lay almost completely shut down, carried by Lekan, Quin, and Megahertz to the repair bay in the holds of the Realta Nua. But then, Sentinel knew none of this. All that was left of him was a small spark running along. Tiny processes attempted to collect information, but were snuffed out as soon as they started. Only the main unit remained active, reworking itself in an attempt to feebly prevent a complete shutdown. That would mean the end of Sentinel.
Detecting the connection through the port, the frame considered before connecting back into the object. He would need the outside to survive. Interfacing, the frame prompted, "Help me," on the data pad.
The setting changes from Stratevaria Galaxy to F.S.S. Realta Nua
James took off his helmet and took out a pack of cigarettes from his belt pouch and lit it. He really wasn't sure if smoking was allowed, but he really didn't care. Turning to his brother, he held up the pack and offered him one. "Hope you like menthol-flavored cancer sticks."
Mosa and Colt had wandered off while he and his brother stayed behind in the park, it was rather boring, but otherwise relaxing.
Mosa and Colt had wandered off while he and his brother stayed behind in the park, it was rather boring, but otherwise relaxing.
Mosa stroked his chin and raised his left eyebrow exaggeratedly as Gelon explained himself. He looked at the custom checkbook for a few minutes. And then, a lightbulb lit up in his head, his eyes widened and his mouth grinning. "HEY! I remember you now!", Mosa's posture leaned back slightly.
He then took a step back, and pointed at him, laughing in his usual hearty way.
"HAHAHAHHA! Yes! Gelon Ditkovitch, RIGHT? You always ordered that blue crab with oyster sauce special HAHA!"
Mosa folded his arms, his mouth grinning, and he turned to Colt."He liked to touch people, Gelon Derpolitch does. So much, that he chased out one of Mosa's old waitress! HAHAHAHHA!"
Mosa paused, then scratched the back of his head while glancing away, whispering. "Had to pay that girl extra and told her Gelon didn't mean it. Poor girl was terrified."
He looked back at Gelon. "So whadaya doing on a ship to Dagojouiise, Gelon? Can't find blue crabs in the desert after all! Hahaha!"
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Megahertz folded her arms and looked away when Lekan asked what happened to Sentinel, and responded in a defensive manner, "D-does it matter?! Fix him!"
Megahertz's reaction earned a suspicious stare from Quin.
Megahertz and Quin turned to look at the other Ondari with the flashlight, but neither of them said anything. Megahertz was suspicious at first, though she calmed down when he seemed to infer he was a thief. Quin, on the other hand, tilted her head, finding his accent interesting.
Megahertz hovered over Lekan as he interfaced with the datapad. She looked between Lekan and the datapad while clasping both her hands and her two tentacles together, worried. "...You can help him? Right??"
Quin, meanwhile, began hovering around the dark hangar aimlessly. She is either keeping an eye out, bored, or just messing with them. Her floating slightly up and down as she hovered around made her look a bit like a balloon.
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Clockwork was sitting on the barstool, when he heard K2's call, and turned to see him and his new friend walking towards him. He waved calmly. "Hey, buddy! Just in time, I was waiting for my fried garlic noodle soup.", his voice a bit flamboyant, as always. He looked at Cirl, and nodded back at the snake-like beastman, watching him and K2 sit down.
Clockwork glanced at K2. "Hey, hey, you sure you should be drinking right now?", his tone genuinely concerned. "You just downed an entire bottle of rum a few hours ago!"
He turned to Ciril, giving him a thumbs up in response to his question. "Yep, I kinda have to now, after a little, uh...incident....with my superiors at the Protector's Alliance. I swear, I didn't mean to sneak into that shower full of naked women! Someone must've switched the bathroom signs around to mess with me, the bastard!"
He paused. Despite his words, he didn't sound like he regretted his little accident. Or at least, he's trying to trivialize it with a joking tone.
".....Uhh...anyways...yeah. After receiving a couple of sandals to the face, I was told to go find GEHENNA and kick his ass. So, here I am. I ....don't really have a good idea how to even start taking on GEHENNA though. I mean, I know there's one or two Protector's Expedition to MEGIDO, but even they never got pass the Border."
The Border is a barrier on the skies of Megido. No mortal have ever managed to get through it, but the last attempt was years ago. Drakov Industries have apparently developed a special component for the Realta Nua to get over this barrier, which is why this ship is stopping at Dagojouiise.
"I met this one weird eldritch abomination back at Nebulon...but he never said anything about GEHENNA to me, so....", Clockwork stated and shrugged.
He then took a step back, and pointed at him, laughing in his usual hearty way.
"HAHAHAHHA! Yes! Gelon Ditkovitch, RIGHT? You always ordered that blue crab with oyster sauce special HAHA!"
Mosa folded his arms, his mouth grinning, and he turned to Colt."He liked to touch people, Gelon Derpolitch does. So much, that he chased out one of Mosa's old waitress! HAHAHAHHA!"
Mosa paused, then scratched the back of his head while glancing away, whispering. "Had to pay that girl extra and told her Gelon didn't mean it. Poor girl was terrified."
He looked back at Gelon. "So whadaya doing on a ship to Dagojouiise, Gelon? Can't find blue crabs in the desert after all! Hahaha!"
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Megahertz folded her arms and looked away when Lekan asked what happened to Sentinel, and responded in a defensive manner, "D-does it matter?! Fix him!"
Megahertz's reaction earned a suspicious stare from Quin.
Megahertz and Quin turned to look at the other Ondari with the flashlight, but neither of them said anything. Megahertz was suspicious at first, though she calmed down when he seemed to infer he was a thief. Quin, on the other hand, tilted her head, finding his accent interesting.
Megahertz hovered over Lekan as he interfaced with the datapad. She looked between Lekan and the datapad while clasping both her hands and her two tentacles together, worried. "...You can help him? Right??"
Quin, meanwhile, began hovering around the dark hangar aimlessly. She is either keeping an eye out, bored, or just messing with them. Her floating slightly up and down as she hovered around made her look a bit like a balloon.
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Clockwork was sitting on the barstool, when he heard K2's call, and turned to see him and his new friend walking towards him. He waved calmly. "Hey, buddy! Just in time, I was waiting for my fried garlic noodle soup.", his voice a bit flamboyant, as always. He looked at Cirl, and nodded back at the snake-like beastman, watching him and K2 sit down.
Clockwork glanced at K2. "Hey, hey, you sure you should be drinking right now?", his tone genuinely concerned. "You just downed an entire bottle of rum a few hours ago!"
He turned to Ciril, giving him a thumbs up in response to his question. "Yep, I kinda have to now, after a little, uh...incident....with my superiors at the Protector's Alliance. I swear, I didn't mean to sneak into that shower full of naked women! Someone must've switched the bathroom signs around to mess with me, the bastard!"
He paused. Despite his words, he didn't sound like he regretted his little accident. Or at least, he's trying to trivialize it with a joking tone.
".....Uhh...anyways...yeah. After receiving a couple of sandals to the face, I was told to go find GEHENNA and kick his ass. So, here I am. I ....don't really have a good idea how to even start taking on GEHENNA though. I mean, I know there's one or two Protector's Expedition to MEGIDO, but even they never got pass the Border."
The Border is a barrier on the skies of Megido. No mortal have ever managed to get through it, but the last attempt was years ago. Drakov Industries have apparently developed a special component for the Realta Nua to get over this barrier, which is why this ship is stopping at Dagojouiise.
"I met this one weird eldritch abomination back at Nebulon...but he never said anything about GEHENNA to me, so....", Clockwork stated and shrugged.
"Clocky you eat? How the hell does that work?" Keeton yawns obnoxiously, taking in the sheer beauty of the restaurant. Keeton really hadn't noticed until now, but Ciril is a very suspicious character. However, Keeton could tell Ciril was a good guy.
The bartender finally brings out three shot glasses and the Chinese liquor. Keeton pours all three glasses and raises his glass. "A toast to tentacle bitch, for allowing me to drink such delicious substance!" He downs the glass and sits back down, and ignores the comment made by Clockwork.
He listens as Clockwork explains the events leading up to him finding Keeton in the dumpster. "Sneaky bastard."Keeton laughs hysterically now very very drunk. If there was anything that Keeton liked more then booze and piracy, it was women!
"Drakov, shit I owe them a lot of money I really hope a mercenary doesn't show up and ruin his trip." Keeton thinks to himself.
"You know, now that you say it Byatis was a very suspicious character, and the whole eldritch thing didn't help. Do you really think he's on this ship to sabotage it?" Keeton pours the rest of his bottle into the available glasses and drinks the rest of his. "I think we should go find him tomorrow, but for now I need some sleep."
The bartender finally brings out three shot glasses and the Chinese liquor. Keeton pours all three glasses and raises his glass. "A toast to tentacle bitch, for allowing me to drink such delicious substance!" He downs the glass and sits back down, and ignores the comment made by Clockwork.
He listens as Clockwork explains the events leading up to him finding Keeton in the dumpster. "Sneaky bastard."Keeton laughs hysterically now very very drunk. If there was anything that Keeton liked more then booze and piracy, it was women!
"Drakov, shit I owe them a lot of money I really hope a mercenary doesn't show up and ruin his trip." Keeton thinks to himself.
"You know, now that you say it Byatis was a very suspicious character, and the whole eldritch thing didn't help. Do you really think he's on this ship to sabotage it?" Keeton pours the rest of his bottle into the available glasses and drinks the rest of his. "I think we should go find him tomorrow, but for now I need some sleep."
Colt looked over at Gelon, and then back at Mosa. "Guy's fucking weird," Colt whispered.
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Preston took the cigarette from his brother, pulling out the lighter he had in his pocket and lighting the cigarette, taking a drag and exhaling. "A cigarette is a cigarette. Really can't be picky, but thanks." He looked around the park, taking in the scenery before sitting down. "What do you want to do?"
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Preston took the cigarette from his brother, pulling out the lighter he had in his pocket and lighting the cigarette, taking a drag and exhaling. "A cigarette is a cigarette. Really can't be picky, but thanks." He looked around the park, taking in the scenery before sitting down. "What do you want to do?"
Ciril sips lightly from his shot glass, metal fingers clicking on the glass. These two he was keeping company with surely didn't care for manners or diplomacy that was for sure. The Snek dropped some of his formality, but none of his cool charm as he sat and listned. "Yes, I found that out recently myself. Drakov has some very deep pockets, and scratches a lot of backs." he leans over and points to a dish on the menu, showing it to the waiter, then turns back to Clockwork and K2. He found a lot of value in keeping company with independent spirits like these two. They spoke freer and often had a unique set of knowledge. "This ship does seem to be full of ...exceptions, doesn't it? Still, think if there is an eldritch creature here, it would be valuable to question it... at the very least, if its an ally, we could learn more about our mutual enemy, yes?" he smiled, wishing somewhat that he could be as free and rougish as these two. "Clockwork, you work from the Protector's Alliance? I have strong ties there myself. " he smiles as he uses his coil on to nudge Keeton away from falling over off his chair and onto him.
Gelon snicker a bit but look surprised when Mosa said he liked touching people "he that was your idea, you wanted to give her a good scare, so I delivered" Gelon said in his defense and watch Colt "I heard that" he said and smile "but yes I'm weird, so what? Don't you have any weird quirks?" Gelon asked Colt then watch Mosa again "I met your old girlfriend big crock, you sure have a kitty with claws" Gelon said and took a drag from his electric cigarette and exhaled "just met nothing else"
Not long after Lekan initiated a standard diagnostic routine on the datapad, something came up on the screen. "Help me." So somebody was still in there after all, despite appearances. Some of the Ondari's smaller tentacles reared up, preparing to quickly type out a message in response.
"I will, but I'll need your help," he typed. Pausing for a moment to think, he added, "What would you have me do?" Since he still didn't know what caused the malfunction in the first place, he was more or less flying blind, although he didn't dare say it out loud.
"Your friend is still in there somewhere, so there's room for hope," Lekan told the Ishkavi. "But I need you to tell me what happened just before the malfunction occurred. Your friend's life may depend on it." While he had also asked the synthetic for information, it didn't hurt to try and get a more complete picture of what had happened.
"I will, but I'll need your help," he typed. Pausing for a moment to think, he added, "What would you have me do?" Since he still didn't know what caused the malfunction in the first place, he was more or less flying blind, although he didn't dare say it out loud.
"Your friend is still in there somewhere, so there's room for hope," Lekan told the Ishkavi. "But I need you to tell me what happened just before the malfunction occurred. Your friend's life may depend on it." While he had also asked the synthetic for information, it didn't hurt to try and get a more complete picture of what had happened.
Extracting the reply through the data link, the main frame began to formulate a reply. The self preservation protocol dictated it should do whatever necessary to ensure the survival of itself. If it meant submitting to changes from an outside source, then so be it. It had no means of repairing itself in any case.
"Parts of my main software have been critically damaged over time through a virus of my own creation. While the original purpose was to simply delete old programming that I found undesirable, it spread to other areas of my system, contaminating them. I have found no way to delete it, but you may be able to," it prompted. Should it reveal more? Maybe once whoever was fixing him finished, but for now that was all he needed to know.
"This shutdown has also damaged some of my internal wiring. While not severe, it will moderately hamper my functioning unless repaired," it added. All it could do was wait and guide the person through the coding.
"Parts of my main software have been critically damaged over time through a virus of my own creation. While the original purpose was to simply delete old programming that I found undesirable, it spread to other areas of my system, contaminating them. I have found no way to delete it, but you may be able to," it prompted. Should it reveal more? Maybe once whoever was fixing him finished, but for now that was all he needed to know.
"This shutdown has also damaged some of my internal wiring. While not severe, it will moderately hamper my functioning unless repaired," it added. All it could do was wait and guide the person through the coding.
Mosa chuckled at Colt, agreeing somewhat. He then turned back to Gelon. "WELL, I didn't mean scaring her THAT way!", he stated. When Gelon mentioned meeting Vlad, Mosa's expression changed. At first, he widened his eyes in surprise, and slightly opened his mouth. As he replayed those words in his mind, a nostalgic, goofy, and sweet smile appeared on his face. His red eyes look oddly kind there. "Vlad certainly has sharp claws, she does...."
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Clockwork turned to K2, and chuckled. He asked his question just in time, as a waiter appeared and placed a large bowl of noodle soup in front of Clockwork. He nodded at the waiter, and thanked him politely, "Xie xie." He looked at K2 again as he plucked a pair of chopsticks. "Watch and learn, cap'n~" After separating the chopsticks, he used them to stir and pick the noodles, lifting them to his face....and right on cue, his yellow visor suddenly snapped open in the middle with a ratcheting noise, revealing a beak-like mouth. He proceeded to pour the noodles into his open mouth, which did not bother to close or chew.
Clockwork continued talking with his 'mouth' open and noodles going inside. Which made for a ...jarring...sight, to say the least. "Unfortunately, my bright yellow and green parts made me a terrible sneak, khu khu khu...."
"Watch out for the upcoming hangover, Captain.", Clockwork teased.
Clockwork then turned to Ciril, considering his words. "Hmmm.....perhaps you're right. Finding Byatis would be pretty difficult, though. Despite being a 9 feet long rainbow lizard, he can turn invisible."
He paused.
"..Wait. Turning invisible." He glanced away, and whispered to himself. "Damnit! I'm sure there's a synthetic upgrade to do just that. Why didn't I think of looking for that before...."
He paused again, before continuing to answer Ciril's question. "Oh, uh..yeah, I'm a Protector. 10 years, and going strong." There's pride in his voice, and the way he pointed at the 'P.A.' on his left shoulder. He looked up in surprise as Ciril stated his ties to the Protector's Alliance. "Oh yeah? That where you get those shades? Khu khu khu....I remembered when we had free hat day. Not sure we ever had free shades day, though..."
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Megahertz let out a long sigh as she folded her arms and turned her nose up. "Okayyyy, okay!....He....did take on one of my Gunsevers by himself...b-but that was hours ago! Before he....crashed, we were just walking in the park, talking about his past and stuff, y'know? And he just......fell." Her tone was defiant and pouty at first, but eventually became disheartened and guilty.
She glanced to the side, and went silent for a few moments. Thinking back, she suddenly recalled Sentinel telling her about his desire for, to put it simply.....life. She raised her head, and turned to Lekan. "WAIT! He told me...he told me how he wanted to......feel."
Megahertz felt like slapping herself on her head. How in the world would that help with anything, she thought. Still...it did stuck out to her, so perhaps telling Lekan that wasn't completely useless.
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Clockwork turned to K2, and chuckled. He asked his question just in time, as a waiter appeared and placed a large bowl of noodle soup in front of Clockwork. He nodded at the waiter, and thanked him politely, "Xie xie." He looked at K2 again as he plucked a pair of chopsticks. "Watch and learn, cap'n~" After separating the chopsticks, he used them to stir and pick the noodles, lifting them to his face....and right on cue, his yellow visor suddenly snapped open in the middle with a ratcheting noise, revealing a beak-like mouth. He proceeded to pour the noodles into his open mouth, which did not bother to close or chew.
Clockwork continued talking with his 'mouth' open and noodles going inside. Which made for a ...jarring...sight, to say the least. "Unfortunately, my bright yellow and green parts made me a terrible sneak, khu khu khu...."
"Watch out for the upcoming hangover, Captain.", Clockwork teased.
Clockwork then turned to Ciril, considering his words. "Hmmm.....perhaps you're right. Finding Byatis would be pretty difficult, though. Despite being a 9 feet long rainbow lizard, he can turn invisible."
He paused.
"..Wait. Turning invisible." He glanced away, and whispered to himself. "Damnit! I'm sure there's a synthetic upgrade to do just that. Why didn't I think of looking for that before...."
He paused again, before continuing to answer Ciril's question. "Oh, uh..yeah, I'm a Protector. 10 years, and going strong." There's pride in his voice, and the way he pointed at the 'P.A.' on his left shoulder. He looked up in surprise as Ciril stated his ties to the Protector's Alliance. "Oh yeah? That where you get those shades? Khu khu khu....I remembered when we had free hat day. Not sure we ever had free shades day, though..."
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Megahertz let out a long sigh as she folded her arms and turned her nose up. "Okayyyy, okay!....He....did take on one of my Gunsevers by himself...b-but that was hours ago! Before he....crashed, we were just walking in the park, talking about his past and stuff, y'know? And he just......fell." Her tone was defiant and pouty at first, but eventually became disheartened and guilty.
She glanced to the side, and went silent for a few moments. Thinking back, she suddenly recalled Sentinel telling her about his desire for, to put it simply.....life. She raised her head, and turned to Lekan. "WAIT! He told me...he told me how he wanted to......feel."
Megahertz felt like slapping herself on her head. How in the world would that help with anything, she thought. Still...it did stuck out to her, so perhaps telling Lekan that wasn't completely useless.
"you never specified so i did what i thought i meant and yeah, she wants to meet you, maybe to rekindle that old spark but I don't know, but I do know she wants to meet you" Gelon said and grab a syringe and inject himself "you know why I do this right Mosa?" Gelon asked and smile
Keeton after watching the amazing yet revolting spectacle that was clockwork "consuming" food, dazes off in a drunken lull almost falling off his chair and onto Ciril. Luckily the Snek catches him and hoists him up slightly to the point of balance, if you could really call it that.
"Clocky can you send me the coordinates to where we are sleeping, I am so tired." Keeton stumbles with his words and his movement. "Goodnight Ciril, we'll meet tomorrow mmk?"
Keeton makes his way out of the restaurant and to his temporary living quarters, hoping that Darkov wouldn't notice him on his way there.
"Clocky can you send me the coordinates to where we are sleeping, I am so tired." Keeton stumbles with his words and his movement. "Goodnight Ciril, we'll meet tomorrow mmk?"
Keeton makes his way out of the restaurant and to his temporary living quarters, hoping that Darkov wouldn't notice him on his way there.
From reading the message displayed on the datapad, as well as listening to what the Ishkavi had to say, Lekan had a reasonable hypothesis as to what might have happened. Before turning his attention back to the datapad, he proceeded to repair the rest of the wires that he could reach. Restoring the synthetic's internals would probably help with the next part, if only slightly.
"It was stupid of you to try and alter your own programming, especially so drastically," Lekan typed. "Give me a moment to find what it was you deemed so undesirable." With the mainframe there to help guide him, the Ondari managed to locate the virus and its handiwork. Some of the corrupted parts looked like combat protocols, others... not so sure, but most likely something important. At this point it couldn't be simply deleted; the damn thing had more or less integrated itself into the system, and removing it would probably cause more harm than good.
Could this virus be rewritten? He had to at least try, otherwise any replacement protocols might be recognised as undesirables by the virus. Tapping away at the keypad, Lekan wrote up something that would hopefully stop its digital rampage, maybe confine it to an isolated system. It was hard to tell what the exact effect would be, but it should buy him some time if nothing else.
Next, Lekan had to write up those replacement protocols. He knew that humans designed most of their combat synthetics to be aggressive, merciless killers. Perhaps that was what the virus was trying to get rid of? He decided to write the new protocols based on those of Ondari synthetics, which placed more emphasis on protecting the vulnerable and keeping the peace. Submitting the new programming, he hoped that the system didn't decide to reject it.
"I've done what I can," he told the Ishkavi. "All that's left to do is wait and see what happens. And you, up there, thank you kindly for the light."
"No probs," replied the other Ondari. "Just don't tell anyone I was 'ere and we'll call it even." Without waiting for a reply, he quickly left the room, leaving the four in the dim light of the repair bay.
"It was stupid of you to try and alter your own programming, especially so drastically," Lekan typed. "Give me a moment to find what it was you deemed so undesirable." With the mainframe there to help guide him, the Ondari managed to locate the virus and its handiwork. Some of the corrupted parts looked like combat protocols, others... not so sure, but most likely something important. At this point it couldn't be simply deleted; the damn thing had more or less integrated itself into the system, and removing it would probably cause more harm than good.
Could this virus be rewritten? He had to at least try, otherwise any replacement protocols might be recognised as undesirables by the virus. Tapping away at the keypad, Lekan wrote up something that would hopefully stop its digital rampage, maybe confine it to an isolated system. It was hard to tell what the exact effect would be, but it should buy him some time if nothing else.
Next, Lekan had to write up those replacement protocols. He knew that humans designed most of their combat synthetics to be aggressive, merciless killers. Perhaps that was what the virus was trying to get rid of? He decided to write the new protocols based on those of Ondari synthetics, which placed more emphasis on protecting the vulnerable and keeping the peace. Submitting the new programming, he hoped that the system didn't decide to reject it.
"I've done what I can," he told the Ishkavi. "All that's left to do is wait and see what happens. And you, up there, thank you kindly for the light."
"No probs," replied the other Ondari. "Just don't tell anyone I was 'ere and we'll call it even." Without waiting for a reply, he quickly left the room, leaving the four in the dim light of the repair bay.
Waiting as Lekan fixed what wires could be reached and messed around with the datapad, the mainframe considered establishing a connection back to the datapad and assisting with the coding. While he may not have understood the designing of software upon the creation of the virus, he had learned a bit from his mistakes. Enough to know that such a thing would be dangerous to attempt again. Of course, the harmful part had not manifested itself until long after he had left Dagajouisse.
Coming back to awareness as a data stream entered through the port, it began to analyze what seemed like a code to change or at least stop the virus. Recalling the structuring of the virus and identifying what the pieces did, the mainframe began to rework the code that had been received. Yes, it saw a way now. One he had not thought of before.
Weaving a digital web of sorts, the virus which had been spreading slowly encountered a wall of sorts. The mainframe did not delete it, although with the replacement protocols that had just been received it could have done so with minimal chances of serious repercussions. No, it kept it for use. When one needed win a war, one did not destroy their best weapon even if it was self-destructive over the long run.
Simply maintaining it for now, the mainframe then began to rebuild all the base protocols that had been deleted by the virus. Using the Ondari program as a base, it made a hybrid code. It would certainly advance the goals of the conscious processing system. But preservation was key.
Finishing, it stored copies of the two blocks of code before finishing the connections. With some wires still destroyed, it would take longer for the unit to reboot itself, but it would due to the repairs done by the Ondari. Powering up the reactor with the majority of the remaining electricity running through the wires, Sentinel rebooted. It took a minute, but eventually the systems came online. Numbers flashed down the visual processor, blinding his view. Clearing rapidly, Sentinel came back to the world.
A light blinded his view momentarily before the shaders activated, minimizing the glare. Sitting up, he looked up and then to the side. There were two Ondari, one holding a datapad, the other a light. Unless he was grievously wrong, it was the one with the datapad that had fixed him. Standing next to him was Megahertz, looking relieved that he was still "alive." Floating behind everyone was another creature, a Genesior he believed. Quite a motley assortion. Gazing, he said simply, "Thank you."
Coming back to awareness as a data stream entered through the port, it began to analyze what seemed like a code to change or at least stop the virus. Recalling the structuring of the virus and identifying what the pieces did, the mainframe began to rework the code that had been received. Yes, it saw a way now. One he had not thought of before.
Weaving a digital web of sorts, the virus which had been spreading slowly encountered a wall of sorts. The mainframe did not delete it, although with the replacement protocols that had just been received it could have done so with minimal chances of serious repercussions. No, it kept it for use. When one needed win a war, one did not destroy their best weapon even if it was self-destructive over the long run.
Simply maintaining it for now, the mainframe then began to rebuild all the base protocols that had been deleted by the virus. Using the Ondari program as a base, it made a hybrid code. It would certainly advance the goals of the conscious processing system. But preservation was key.
Finishing, it stored copies of the two blocks of code before finishing the connections. With some wires still destroyed, it would take longer for the unit to reboot itself, but it would due to the repairs done by the Ondari. Powering up the reactor with the majority of the remaining electricity running through the wires, Sentinel rebooted. It took a minute, but eventually the systems came online. Numbers flashed down the visual processor, blinding his view. Clearing rapidly, Sentinel came back to the world.
A light blinded his view momentarily before the shaders activated, minimizing the glare. Sitting up, he looked up and then to the side. There were two Ondari, one holding a datapad, the other a light. Unless he was grievously wrong, it was the one with the datapad that had fixed him. Standing next to him was Megahertz, looking relieved that he was still "alive." Floating behind everyone was another creature, a Genesior he believed. Quite a motley assortion. Gazing, he said simply, "Thank you."
The setting changes from F.S.S. Realta Nua to Stratevaria Galaxy
Yes Roza had a few questions. At least ten of them to be exact, but she chose to refrain from asking them just yet.
"I can think of a few of the top of my head, but I doubt you'd feel up to answering most of them," Roza replied, "So I guess I'll pick the most harmless one. Are there any... hazards that I should be aware of before taking this job? Besides the usual ones, of course."
"I can think of a few of the top of my head, but I doubt you'd feel up to answering most of them," Roza replied, "So I guess I'll pick the most harmless one. Are there any... hazards that I should be aware of before taking this job? Besides the usual ones, of course."
The setting changes from Stratevaria Galaxy to F.S.S. Realta Nua
Byatis continued to cling to the wall, listening to the conversation. He's already made it up in his mind that he would go for the Beastman chief, because Byatis's venom could easily make it look like a spider killed him. He'd have to tell Roza after she was done talking to Ozma Knight. Byatis was starting to get impatient, he just wanted to get this job over with so he could take a nap. Lucky for him he's got an upper class quality bed waiting for him in Megahertz's suite.
Mosa was so deep in reminiscience, he didn't listen to Gelon. A few seconds pass, and he looked back at him, and blinked. "Uh- I'm sorry, what??"
"OH, yeah! Vlad!! Uh...maybe...maybe tomorrow? Or the day after?" Mosa glanced around nervously while twiddling his fingers. "Mosa....not ready yet. Yeah." He said that last part solemnly, almost with a whisper. And coming from Mosa, a whisper is...very rare.
"So ANYWAYS, me and Colt are goin' for ice cream....ya wanna come along? My treat.", Mosa changed the subject quickly.
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Clockwork gave a thumbs up with his left hand, since his right hand is busy with the chopsticks. Pressing two fingers from his left hand to his left horn, he projected the coordinates to K2. It's a nice, comfortable upper class home in the upper class living quarters. "You sure you can make your way back in that state, captain?", Clockwork asked politely.
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Megahertz sighed with relief, and waited, looking at Sentinel with a hopeful look.
Moments pass, and when she saw Sentinel waking up and twitching to move, she let out a sigh of relief. She almost smiled.....but at the last second, she remembered everyone else is in the room, and she turned away and folded her arms, her hair fluttering from the speed of her movements.
"Geeze, you had me worried for a second there, you cyber-jerk!", Megahertz said with an annoyed, overly pouty tone.
Behind them, Quin continued hovering around aimlessly.
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Ozma paused, thinking it through.
"...I'm not sure this qualifies for a hazard, but......keep...keep my sister out of this. Let her not see my father die by your arrows. Please."
Ozma said that with a hesitant, yet sincere tone. Just by the look on his face, you could tell his sister meant the world to him. His father, on the other hand....
"I suppose that will be all.", Ozma nodded. "I wish you luck on this mission. The risk shall be great, but the reward shall be even greater."
Ozma narrowed his eyes for dramatic effect.
"...Especially since I am a very.
Good.
Tipper."
And with that, Ozma cuts his transmission, leaving Roza and Byatis alone. And Darkstar, in Byatis' head.
"OH, yeah! Vlad!! Uh...maybe...maybe tomorrow? Or the day after?" Mosa glanced around nervously while twiddling his fingers. "Mosa....not ready yet. Yeah." He said that last part solemnly, almost with a whisper. And coming from Mosa, a whisper is...very rare.
"So ANYWAYS, me and Colt are goin' for ice cream....ya wanna come along? My treat.", Mosa changed the subject quickly.
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Clockwork gave a thumbs up with his left hand, since his right hand is busy with the chopsticks. Pressing two fingers from his left hand to his left horn, he projected the coordinates to K2. It's a nice, comfortable upper class home in the upper class living quarters. "You sure you can make your way back in that state, captain?", Clockwork asked politely.
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Megahertz sighed with relief, and waited, looking at Sentinel with a hopeful look.
Moments pass, and when she saw Sentinel waking up and twitching to move, she let out a sigh of relief. She almost smiled.....but at the last second, she remembered everyone else is in the room, and she turned away and folded her arms, her hair fluttering from the speed of her movements.
"Geeze, you had me worried for a second there, you cyber-jerk!", Megahertz said with an annoyed, overly pouty tone.
Behind them, Quin continued hovering around aimlessly.
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Ozma paused, thinking it through.
"...I'm not sure this qualifies for a hazard, but......keep...keep my sister out of this. Let her not see my father die by your arrows. Please."
Ozma said that with a hesitant, yet sincere tone. Just by the look on his face, you could tell his sister meant the world to him. His father, on the other hand....
"I suppose that will be all.", Ozma nodded. "I wish you luck on this mission. The risk shall be great, but the reward shall be even greater."
Ozma narrowed his eyes for dramatic effect.
"...Especially since I am a very.
Good.
Tipper."
And with that, Ozma cuts his transmission, leaving Roza and Byatis alone. And Darkstar, in Byatis' head.
Ciril watches K2 stagger away and turns his four-eyed face back to Clockwork. "How long have you known him?" he asked, thinking they seemed close. Then again, the pirate did seem to open up rather quickly... Ciril had already attained "buddy" status and they had met what... not more than an hour ago?
A plate of orange spotted fish was placed in front of Ciril and his split lower lip parted as he smiles with pleasure. It looks delicious, steam rising from it.
A plate of orange spotted fish was placed in front of Ciril and his split lower lip parted as he smiles with pleasure. It looks delicious, steam rising from it.
"I love to come along Mosa, but she is there as well and don't try to stay away from her, she was really happy to hear you are onboard, so don't disappoint her" Gelon said to Mosa and pat the tattoo "and why are you so nervous about meeting her? She won't harm you, right?" Gelon asked Mosa and watch him "after all I wouldn't let my favorite cook get harmed"
Lekan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the synthetic had regained consciousness. He was somewhat irritated that the other Ondari decided not to stick around the moment he was no longer needed. For a moment he thought he saw the corners of the Ishkavi's mouth twitch upwards slightly before she turned away, although it could have just been the imagination at work.
"You're very welcome, and also lucky. Had I not been nearby then chances are your fate would have been sealed," he said. "My name is Lekan, and this is Quin, my, uh... assistant?" Seeing how she'd helped him move the synthetic down here in the first place, as well as offer to guard him, she was technically Lekan's assistant as far as he was concerned. The Ondari shifted about uncomfortably as his thoughts drifted to payment. Someone mentioned that the repair bay's services weren't for free, even if such fees could go to the depths for all Lekan cared. He then turned to the Ishkavi. "Normally I'd charge for offering my services, but... I think it would be rather rude of me to do so considering I've likely saved your friend's life. However... we're both short on money, and I would be grateful for whatever you're willing to spare."
"You're very welcome, and also lucky. Had I not been nearby then chances are your fate would have been sealed," he said. "My name is Lekan, and this is Quin, my, uh... assistant?" Seeing how she'd helped him move the synthetic down here in the first place, as well as offer to guard him, she was technically Lekan's assistant as far as he was concerned. The Ondari shifted about uncomfortably as his thoughts drifted to payment. Someone mentioned that the repair bay's services weren't for free, even if such fees could go to the depths for all Lekan cared. He then turned to the Ishkavi. "Normally I'd charge for offering my services, but... I think it would be rather rude of me to do so considering I've likely saved your friend's life. However... we're both short on money, and I would be grateful for whatever you're willing to spare."
Clockwork chuckled at Ciril's question, snapping his jaws shut as he finished eating. He paused, calculating the exact amount of time; "5 hours, 20 minutes, and 13 seconds as of your question." He stirred a bit in his seat. "So.....you've been asking us a lot of stuff, Ciril. But why don't you tell me something about yourself. Let me.....'get' you, Ciril.", Clockwork asked with a polite, but curious, tone.
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Mosa was getting irritated by Gelon's constant repetition, but he just kept quiet and nodded politely. As they walk, however, Gelon touched his tattoo. And Mosa instantly grabbed his hand, before slamming him over his head and to the ground, creating quite the loud thud.
Mosa glared at Gelon....but kept his crocodillian smile. Only this time, with his massive teeth exposed, he doesn't look entirely friendly anymore.
"First of all. Mosa don't want to see Vlad right now. Get it through your head.
Second. Nobody touches the tattoo. Nobody. Not even Mosa's friends."
A few seconds pass as Mosa lets his words sink in. Mosa's grip is even stronger than Ridley's. Gelon's fingers couldn't move even a milimeter in his hand. A small crowd gathered around them, the people whispering and staring suspiciously. Mosa glanced around, at both Colt and the people. And eventually, he lets Gelon go from his unbreakable grip.
Mosa cleared his throat, and hid his teeth beneath his lips once more, showing a more friendly smile. "WELL. Mosa changed his mind. Me and Colt gonna return to our rooms for now." Mosa proceeded to turn around, grab Colt's hand, and walk away, his chest and head held up high, his tail dragging behind him. As his back is turned from the people and the crowd, some can see that, while his mouth is smiling, his eyes were not. They look like they almost glow with rage.
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Quin continued to hover behind them aimlessly, either ignoring or not hearing Lekan.
Megahertz glared at Lekan at his question. She just had all her men killed, her library burned down, and her top weapons demolished. And now she has to pay for this?!
"You idiot! Of course I'd pay you!"
Megahertz looked away, turned her nose up, and closed her eyes.
"That cyber-jerk saved my life. And you saved him. So it's a fair deal, RIGHT?!"
Her yell echoed through the hangar.
A brief pause.
Megahertz proceeded to put on a smug smirk. "I'll pay for everything. And no need to thank me. Just help me haul him to our living quarters.
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Mosa was getting irritated by Gelon's constant repetition, but he just kept quiet and nodded politely. As they walk, however, Gelon touched his tattoo. And Mosa instantly grabbed his hand, before slamming him over his head and to the ground, creating quite the loud thud.
Mosa glared at Gelon....but kept his crocodillian smile. Only this time, with his massive teeth exposed, he doesn't look entirely friendly anymore.
"First of all. Mosa don't want to see Vlad right now. Get it through your head.
Second. Nobody touches the tattoo. Nobody. Not even Mosa's friends."
A few seconds pass as Mosa lets his words sink in. Mosa's grip is even stronger than Ridley's. Gelon's fingers couldn't move even a milimeter in his hand. A small crowd gathered around them, the people whispering and staring suspiciously. Mosa glanced around, at both Colt and the people. And eventually, he lets Gelon go from his unbreakable grip.
Mosa cleared his throat, and hid his teeth beneath his lips once more, showing a more friendly smile. "WELL. Mosa changed his mind. Me and Colt gonna return to our rooms for now." Mosa proceeded to turn around, grab Colt's hand, and walk away, his chest and head held up high, his tail dragging behind him. As his back is turned from the people and the crowd, some can see that, while his mouth is smiling, his eyes were not. They look like they almost glow with rage.
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Quin continued to hover behind them aimlessly, either ignoring or not hearing Lekan.
Megahertz glared at Lekan at his question. She just had all her men killed, her library burned down, and her top weapons demolished. And now she has to pay for this?!
"You idiot! Of course I'd pay you!"
Megahertz looked away, turned her nose up, and closed her eyes.
"That cyber-jerk saved my life. And you saved him. So it's a fair deal, RIGHT?!"
Her yell echoed through the hangar.
A brief pause.
Megahertz proceeded to put on a smug smirk. "I'll pay for everything. And no need to thank me. Just help me haul him to our living quarters.
Colt hadn't exactly anticipated Mosa's reaction to Gelon. The seemingly gentle and friendly personality that was usually Mosa, had turned into something that Colt hadn't seen before. And for some reason, it made him happy. Very happy. Colt grinned wide, as he folded the knife back and slipped it away, his eyes locked on Gelon as Mosa finished chastising the man. Feeling the crowd gather, Colt and Mosa both took a glance at each other, knowing it was time to leave. Without saying anything, he let Mosa lead the two of them away, back to their rooms from the sound of it. As the two departed, Colt took a quick looked back at Gelon, still grinning. "I still have the shots from earlier. You up for a drink?"
As he was still recovering from having shut down, Sentinel took time to process what was going om around him, making sure that his systems fully took in the situation. The Genesior, Quin, continued floating around aimlessly. Why was she doing that? Certainly it could have been doing something else. Another fact came up. Why was she here at all. From the looks of her, Quin was of the age in which marriage would have already taken place, yet she was not accompanied by a male Genesior. Something to be noted for later.
He agreed with the Lekan's opinion, to an extent. It was certainly lucky that he had appeared when he did, fr Sentinel may have been trapped inside until the mainframe could have figured out how to restructure the system. But it would have resolved the problem eventually. Why was he feeling...enmity towards Lekan simply for saving him? If anything, Sentinel should been praising Lekan for the work he had done. With the changes made, it was almost as if the virus had never gone through the systems.
That's when it struck him. The changes. What exactly had the codes Lekan uploaded done? What had his mainframe done? He was certainly running more efficiently than any time previous. But his conscious seemed...different. Not quite new, but certainly not the same as before. Was he more "alive" than he had been before the shutdown? But what did it mean to be alive? Was a body of flesh really necessary to be called living? Had he really desired such a thing?
Scanning back through the records his system kept, he found something quite perplexing. He had wanted to live. From his arrival on Nebulon to the shutdown not long before, Sentinel wished to inhabit a body of flesh. And now, he wasn't sure. Going to the shutdown itself, he began browsing the actions that had been taken by both Lekan and the mainframe. Everything was there, except one area of action. He had almost missed it because of the miniscule smudge, but it was a smudge nonetheless. A process had simply disappeared. What could it be hiding?
Starting back to reality as Megahertz shouted, he listened to what she said. Stiffly bending his legs, he stated, "I can make it there. My body might be unsteady, but I can make it." As he looked at Megahertz, a small golden pulse coalesced in his consciousness. Was it...affection? What had happened to him when he was shut down?
He agreed with the Lekan's opinion, to an extent. It was certainly lucky that he had appeared when he did, fr Sentinel may have been trapped inside until the mainframe could have figured out how to restructure the system. But it would have resolved the problem eventually. Why was he feeling...enmity towards Lekan simply for saving him? If anything, Sentinel should been praising Lekan for the work he had done. With the changes made, it was almost as if the virus had never gone through the systems.
That's when it struck him. The changes. What exactly had the codes Lekan uploaded done? What had his mainframe done? He was certainly running more efficiently than any time previous. But his conscious seemed...different. Not quite new, but certainly not the same as before. Was he more "alive" than he had been before the shutdown? But what did it mean to be alive? Was a body of flesh really necessary to be called living? Had he really desired such a thing?
Scanning back through the records his system kept, he found something quite perplexing. He had wanted to live. From his arrival on Nebulon to the shutdown not long before, Sentinel wished to inhabit a body of flesh. And now, he wasn't sure. Going to the shutdown itself, he began browsing the actions that had been taken by both Lekan and the mainframe. Everything was there, except one area of action. He had almost missed it because of the miniscule smudge, but it was a smudge nonetheless. A process had simply disappeared. What could it be hiding?
Starting back to reality as Megahertz shouted, he listened to what she said. Stiffly bending his legs, he stated, "I can make it there. My body might be unsteady, but I can make it." As he looked at Megahertz, a small golden pulse coalesced in his consciousness. Was it...affection? What had happened to him when he was shut down?
As Gelon lay on the ground there while Colt and Mosa left him, he started to snicker and later laugh while still on the ground. Not knowing if the two would go and check on him or just go, he sit up and fix his hand "haha Mosa, so unpredictable but so readable" he said and got up "thinking you can hide something for me, while you crack as a nut" he said and started walking to the ice cream shop 'what happened between Mosa and Vlad? If I know that I might find something interesting' he thought and throw his electric smoker away and bought a pack of cigarettes "ever since I stopped with you guys I get thrown around" he said and snicker as he lit one "well then it seems it's not the time to stop yet" Some people thought Gelon had lost it or he was crazy but the truth is that he is like that, laughing in the face of pain and death, always pushing his boundaries and limits to the max
The Ishkavi's shouting and smug demeanour certainly took Lekan by surprise, especially considering the concern she had expressed while her friend was unconscious. Was she putting on a tough guy act in front of the synthetic? Still, she agreed to pay for everything, including the repair bay fees. He certainly wasn't going to argue with that.
Before getting ready to leave, the Ondari searched the room as best he could for any pieces of metal any other race would have deemed to be unusable junk and broke them down into their component materials. That way he was now fully prepared for when he might have to make some repairs while out in the field.
"We'll still accompany you to your quarters just in case something happens," Lekan told the synthetic. Quin was still drifting aimlessly around the room for some reason. Was she in a trance, or just bored? He waved an arm at her. "Quin? Quin, can you hear me?" No reply. He moved closer to her and gave her a tap on the shoulder to get her attention. "Quin, we're going now. All that's left is for us to accompany the synthetic to his quarters, and then our job's done."
Before getting ready to leave, the Ondari searched the room as best he could for any pieces of metal any other race would have deemed to be unusable junk and broke them down into their component materials. That way he was now fully prepared for when he might have to make some repairs while out in the field.
"We'll still accompany you to your quarters just in case something happens," Lekan told the synthetic. Quin was still drifting aimlessly around the room for some reason. Was she in a trance, or just bored? He waved an arm at her. "Quin? Quin, can you hear me?" No reply. He moved closer to her and gave her a tap on the shoulder to get her attention. "Quin, we're going now. All that's left is for us to accompany the synthetic to his quarters, and then our job's done."
Roza watched as the projection of her client faded away before her. This was going to be a pretty huge sort of job, probably the biggest she's ever had actually. She would have figured that a huge job like this would go to someone much higher ranked and more experienced than she was. Not that she was complaining. She was rather excited about this job, it would provide some measure of adventure in her life. Things had been getting kind of dull lately, so this was exactly what she needed. A full on smile found it's way to her face, her previous black mood was almost completely forgotten.
"So," she said in Byatis's general direction, "It looks like we got our call to action."
"So," she said in Byatis's general direction, "It looks like we got our call to action."
Byatis reappeared after the transmission fizzled out, smiling happily back at Roza. Even when he was sitting, he toward over her. "Hahaha! This should be fun!" Byatis chuckled a bit. "I'll take the beastman chief. I can make it look like the cause of death was a spider bit." He said with a jolly tone and his long spinal-like tail whipped behind him. "And you take the Spider queen. Heheh!"
Byatis stood up tall and his face soured. He'd have to ask Darkstar about where the beastman chief was and was going to be. He didn't like talking to Darkstar. "Ssssss Darkstar. Where is the beastman leader. Need to kiiiillllllll him." He thought in his head so Darkstar would hopefully hear.
Byatis stood up tall and his face soured. He'd have to ask Darkstar about where the beastman chief was and was going to be. He didn't like talking to Darkstar. "Ssssss Darkstar. Where is the beastman leader. Need to kiiiillllllll him." He thought in his head so Darkstar would hopefully hear.
Mosa kept quiet for a few seconds as he thought of Colt's question. Then, his crocodillian smile returns as he turned to look at Colt. "Good idea."
And with that, Mosa and Colt retreated into their cabins for the day.
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The ice cream shop owner greeted Gelon, but he can't seem to find Vlad anywhere. She must have gone somewhere else.
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Quin stopped her hovering and glanced at Lekan. She quickly nodded, and obediently followed.
Megahertz looked at Sentinel for a few seconds with a relieved expression...before turning around and strutting away. "GOOD. let's go, then!"
She stopped suddenly.
And then strutted back towards Sentinel, and looked at him some more....
...before grabbing his hand and pulling it, forcing him to follow her as she strut back to their living quarters.
The four proceeded to head towards the upper class living quarters. For Lekan and Quin, This...sets up quite a standard for their own cabins. A standard that obviously won't be lived up to by the lower class living quarters.
Megahertz immediately dived towards the couch in front of the fireplace and laid there, yawning."Wonder if K2 and Clock are back already...", she mumbled sleepily, snuggling against the comfortable couch.
Quin kept quiet as she surveyed the house. She focused on a particularly nice sofa for a few seconds. And then she turned to Lekan, and said out of nowhere, "......I hope we have sofa as good as these."
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Darkstar stayed quiet as he does his research. There's a good reason why Darkstar is a watchman and not just a killer anymore - somehow, someway, he has access to satelites around Stratevaria, and could tap into them to drain information quickly and secretly. After a few seconds, he replied, "Northern Dagojouiise canyons. Do'gaki caves. Chief Garush hunts there everyday approximately at noon from 12:00 PM to 4:00 PM. Great place to stalk, hunt, kill. Things you like to do."
Darkstar paused, discovering more information.
"Alternatively, more straightforwardly: home invasion. Find him in his longhouse. Northern Dagojouiise plains. Do'gaki settlement. Man-bear tribe Half an hour away from this ship's designated landing position. Best strike at night. Body would be foundmore quickly found, if this route is taken."
And with that, Mosa and Colt retreated into their cabins for the day.
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The ice cream shop owner greeted Gelon, but he can't seem to find Vlad anywhere. She must have gone somewhere else.
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Quin stopped her hovering and glanced at Lekan. She quickly nodded, and obediently followed.
Megahertz looked at Sentinel for a few seconds with a relieved expression...before turning around and strutting away. "GOOD. let's go, then!"
She stopped suddenly.
And then strutted back towards Sentinel, and looked at him some more....
...before grabbing his hand and pulling it, forcing him to follow her as she strut back to their living quarters.
The four proceeded to head towards the upper class living quarters. For Lekan and Quin, This...sets up quite a standard for their own cabins. A standard that obviously won't be lived up to by the lower class living quarters.
Megahertz immediately dived towards the couch in front of the fireplace and laid there, yawning."Wonder if K2 and Clock are back already...", she mumbled sleepily, snuggling against the comfortable couch.
Quin kept quiet as she surveyed the house. She focused on a particularly nice sofa for a few seconds. And then she turned to Lekan, and said out of nowhere, "......I hope we have sofa as good as these."
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Darkstar stayed quiet as he does his research. There's a good reason why Darkstar is a watchman and not just a killer anymore - somehow, someway, he has access to satelites around Stratevaria, and could tap into them to drain information quickly and secretly. After a few seconds, he replied, "Northern Dagojouiise canyons. Do'gaki caves. Chief Garush hunts there everyday approximately at noon from 12:00 PM to 4:00 PM. Great place to stalk, hunt, kill. Things you like to do."
Darkstar paused, discovering more information.
"Alternatively, more straightforwardly: home invasion. Find him in his longhouse. Northern Dagojouiise plains. Do'gaki settlement. Man-bear tribe Half an hour away from this ship's designated landing position. Best strike at night. Body would be foundmore quickly found, if this route is taken."
Gelon sighs and goes asking around for his team mates again, hopefully Ridley and Vlad weren't wrecking the place cause of a argument like when he found them the first time
No wonder the Ishkavi had no problem with paying. She was in one of the luxury suites, along with her friend and a couple others, it seemed. Lekan couldn't help but feel a pang of envy as he looked around. This was definitely much nicer than anything the lower class cabins would have been able to offer. Even Quin expressed her hopes of having a comfortable sofa in their own quarters, although Lekan was enough of a frequent flyer to know that they wouldn't be getting a whole lot.
"Maybe one day, Quin," he said reassuringly. Seeing the Ishkavi snuggled up on the sofa made Lekan realise just how late it was getting. "We should probably get going to our own cabin now," he told the synthetic. "If you experience any more malfunctions, then I suppose I know where to find you. Good night, both of you." With their work here done and their pay collected, the pair headed down to the lower class cabins to find where their own place was.
"Those two seemed nice," Lekan said, in an effort to break the silence between himself and Quin. "Granted, that Ishkavi was rather loud, but I wouldn't complain about running into them again." Asides from that attempt at conversation, there was little chatter between the two, even when they finally found the door to the quarters they would be sharing with Mosa and the rest of his group.
"Maybe one day, Quin," he said reassuringly. Seeing the Ishkavi snuggled up on the sofa made Lekan realise just how late it was getting. "We should probably get going to our own cabin now," he told the synthetic. "If you experience any more malfunctions, then I suppose I know where to find you. Good night, both of you." With their work here done and their pay collected, the pair headed down to the lower class cabins to find where their own place was.
"Those two seemed nice," Lekan said, in an effort to break the silence between himself and Quin. "Granted, that Ishkavi was rather loud, but I wouldn't complain about running into them again." Asides from that attempt at conversation, there was little chatter between the two, even when they finally found the door to the quarters they would be sharing with Mosa and the rest of his group.
Sentinel stayed quiet while they walked back to the quarters he, Megahertz, Byatis, and K2 were inhabiting. Reminiscing for the main part on his old self. Had it really been all that bad? Not the same, certainly not better, but not too much worse. If you didn't take into account the fact he had ended up almost killing himself.
Sighing slightly, he began to analyze the changes again. Most of the coding was simply to restore his basic functionality, with some unique pieces here and there. But what worried him was the blank spot. An empty area in the stream of data, almost as if nothing had ever existed there. Why would it appear like that now? Was his mainframe in itself...sentient? Certainly a disturbing thought to consider.
Realizing they had once again arrived at the house, he looked at it again. It really was quite a luxurious place. Megahertz jumped onto the couch, stretching out in a state of rest. Listening to Lekan and Quin speak, he nodded when he was addressed. Hopefully there would be no need for more repairs, but that was not always up to him. "Farewell. Perhaps we'll meet again soon," he intoned as they left.
Walking over to the couch, he sat down in front of it and began "meditating". More akin to a debugging, he thought to himself, but close enough. Realizing something, he turned to Megahertz. Quietly, he spoke, "I never learned your name. I'm sorry if this is strange, but I wish to know it."
Sighing slightly, he began to analyze the changes again. Most of the coding was simply to restore his basic functionality, with some unique pieces here and there. But what worried him was the blank spot. An empty area in the stream of data, almost as if nothing had ever existed there. Why would it appear like that now? Was his mainframe in itself...sentient? Certainly a disturbing thought to consider.
Realizing they had once again arrived at the house, he looked at it again. It really was quite a luxurious place. Megahertz jumped onto the couch, stretching out in a state of rest. Listening to Lekan and Quin speak, he nodded when he was addressed. Hopefully there would be no need for more repairs, but that was not always up to him. "Farewell. Perhaps we'll meet again soon," he intoned as they left.
Walking over to the couch, he sat down in front of it and began "meditating". More akin to a debugging, he thought to himself, but close enough. Realizing something, he turned to Megahertz. Quietly, he spoke, "I never learned your name. I'm sorry if this is strange, but I wish to know it."
Keeton somehow had made it to the unit alive. After wandering aimlessly for hours, he had finally reached his destination.
He walks into the house and places his boots near the door, rugged old things hardly fit for wearing. He proceeds to walk through the living room seeing the robot and megahertz conversing "Hey! tentacle bitch sorry about that thing i said earlier, hope i didn't ruin you lovebird's date." Keeton blurts out. "But seriously that was mean, I shouldn't have said it, sentinel is apart of my crew and if he feels like you are trustworthy, then I as captain should also learn to trust you. However first thing tomorrow you are finding someone to repair my gun. Oh and good luck with that I modded it myself, kind of advanced, so you better know a guy."
Keeton stumbles out of the room and heads toward an unoccupied room and settles in for bed
He walks into the house and places his boots near the door, rugged old things hardly fit for wearing. He proceeds to walk through the living room seeing the robot and megahertz conversing "Hey! tentacle bitch sorry about that thing i said earlier, hope i didn't ruin you lovebird's date." Keeton blurts out. "But seriously that was mean, I shouldn't have said it, sentinel is apart of my crew and if he feels like you are trustworthy, then I as captain should also learn to trust you. However first thing tomorrow you are finding someone to repair my gun. Oh and good luck with that I modded it myself, kind of advanced, so you better know a guy."
Keeton stumbles out of the room and heads toward an unoccupied room and settles in for bed
James and his brother had spent a good few hours talking and smoking, while it gave them time to reflect on the previous war they had fought in and the current threat they now faced, it soon became dull and boring. Thus, the duo agreed that heading back to their quarters which they shared with Mosa and Colt. After what seemed like a never-ending journey back to their place of rest, the twins finally made it back home. Although, to their surprise, both Colt and Mosa were there, with Mosa looking extremely stressed and angry sitting at the table drinking.
Preston said nothing, but the look on his face could show he was concerned. James on the other hand, got straight to the obvious, "Let me guess, someone or something made you all emotional." James of course didn't mean any disrespect or indifference to his boss and friend, as he was concerned with what was usually a jolly Mosa. He just had a harder time coming off as sincere and kind than his brother.
"No shit, retard." Came the reply from Colt, who was busy twirling his knife around in his hand. "Some jerk-off named Gelon came up and bothered the poor bastard about his ex until he snapped. Mosa flipped the guy over onto the ground and then we left to come back here. Great deduction though, I'm impressed." Sarcasm was one of Colt's many strength's.
James really didn't like Colt's attitude, while they were friends without a doubt, James couldn't help but get a bit tired of his smart-ass mouth and cocky attitude.
"Is that a little scarf I see?" James asked, slowly walking over to Colt, staring down at him and the orange bandanna tied around his neck. "Would be a shame if something happened to it." With that said, James quickly grabbed the front end of it and pulled on it. Not hard, but forceful enough causing Colt to his his chin on the table as well as bite his own tongue in the process, drawing blood. James then pulled out his combat knife and quickly stabbed the bandanna into the table, tearing it slightly while also holding Colt in place, less he try to move and rip the bandanna even more.
"I'd suggest you watch your tongue, rat." James said calmly. "We may be friends, but your snarky little attitude won't be tolerated."
Preston gently placed his hand on his brother's shoulder, "Just relax, Mosa's already upset as it is, let's not add any more drama to the situation at hand." James sighed and nodded his head. Preston was always the more level-headed one of the two, something James appreciated and needed, especially in situations like this where he lets his emotions control his actions and thoughts.
"Yea, yea. You're right." James shrugged and walked over to Colt, ripping his knife out and gently placing it back in his belt sheath. James cared for Colt and his well-being, despite the ways he showed it. The constant fear that one day Colt's mouth would get himself killed always was in the back of his mind. Unlike his brother and Mosa, Colt tended to be very prideful and arrogant, many times these quirks almost causing him his life. To James, it was tough love that Colt sorely needed.
Preston said nothing, but the look on his face could show he was concerned. James on the other hand, got straight to the obvious, "Let me guess, someone or something made you all emotional." James of course didn't mean any disrespect or indifference to his boss and friend, as he was concerned with what was usually a jolly Mosa. He just had a harder time coming off as sincere and kind than his brother.
"No shit, retard." Came the reply from Colt, who was busy twirling his knife around in his hand. "Some jerk-off named Gelon came up and bothered the poor bastard about his ex until he snapped. Mosa flipped the guy over onto the ground and then we left to come back here. Great deduction though, I'm impressed." Sarcasm was one of Colt's many strength's.
James really didn't like Colt's attitude, while they were friends without a doubt, James couldn't help but get a bit tired of his smart-ass mouth and cocky attitude.
"Is that a little scarf I see?" James asked, slowly walking over to Colt, staring down at him and the orange bandanna tied around his neck. "Would be a shame if something happened to it." With that said, James quickly grabbed the front end of it and pulled on it. Not hard, but forceful enough causing Colt to his his chin on the table as well as bite his own tongue in the process, drawing blood. James then pulled out his combat knife and quickly stabbed the bandanna into the table, tearing it slightly while also holding Colt in place, less he try to move and rip the bandanna even more.
"I'd suggest you watch your tongue, rat." James said calmly. "We may be friends, but your snarky little attitude won't be tolerated."
Preston gently placed his hand on his brother's shoulder, "Just relax, Mosa's already upset as it is, let's not add any more drama to the situation at hand." James sighed and nodded his head. Preston was always the more level-headed one of the two, something James appreciated and needed, especially in situations like this where he lets his emotions control his actions and thoughts.
"Yea, yea. You're right." James shrugged and walked over to Colt, ripping his knife out and gently placing it back in his belt sheath. James cared for Colt and his well-being, despite the ways he showed it. The constant fear that one day Colt's mouth would get himself killed always was in the back of his mind. Unlike his brother and Mosa, Colt tended to be very prideful and arrogant, many times these quirks almost causing him his life. To James, it was tough love that Colt sorely needed.
The setting changes from F.S.S. Realta Nua to Stratevaria Galaxy
"That's all? You seem close.... " he says in surprise. Ciril begins to eat his meal, contemplating what he would be allowed to tell Clockwork. " Well Clockwork I'm afraid I can't tell you very much." he smiled sympathetically, taking another bite of perfectly cooked fish. "As I said, I'm here to gather information on the galaxy's latest threat. Let's just say the ...interested parties...that sent me would rather not have the galaxy destroyed. I have a variety of skills of my own, but they are tactical in nature, so I am no champion. So I suppose I'm here to be a talent scout as well. " he sipped his drink and looked around the restaurant. "Not going to complain about this assignment at all really... as scenery goes, this is one of the better locations." The Snek seems like the diplomatic sort, and its hard to picture him in underworld shady circles, but he seems to be implying he's had to work there before. He shifts his four eyes back to Clockwork.
The setting changes from Stratevaria Galaxy to F.S.S. Realta Nua
Colt swallowed the blood, laughing at James's comments, then smiled. "How sweet, you do love me." He got up and stretched, then adjusted the bandana on his neck. Preston remained silent, already having said his peace, though his expression conveyed annoyance. Fights like this were common, but easily prevented. So while it wasn't something to get worked up about, and honestly, sometimes the fights were fun to watch, the overall bad mood didn't give much tolerance.
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Colt went back to the table and took another shot, then got up again and walked over to the front door. Looking back at his three other roommates, Colt decided that it was time for them to turn in for the day. "Since everyone is so fucking high-strung, we're gonna call it a day." With that, he locked the door and wandered into the bedroom, hopping on the top bunk-bed and turning on the TV. "Oh boy, my soap!"
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Colt went back to the table and took another shot, then got up again and walked over to the front door. Looking back at his three other roommates, Colt decided that it was time for them to turn in for the day. "Since everyone is so fucking high-strung, we're gonna call it a day." With that, he locked the door and wandered into the bedroom, hopping on the top bunk-bed and turning on the TV. "Oh boy, my soap!"
"Next time, I'll rip your heart out! That will show you how much I love you!" James shot back with a slight laugh. He was glad Colt wasn't upset with him. But it still left one thing unsaid, what about Mosa, and what were they going to do on this ship?
After asking around, Gelon is eventually told that Vlad and Ridley have retreated into the upper class living quarters.
Since they work with Drakov, Gelon and his team were given a very nice, three-storey upper class house in the ship, with comfortable furniture and a very cozy, homely atmosphere.
Gelon found Ridley and Vlad drinking in the living room of their home, the two of them watching a boxing match on the TV, between a lumbering Beastman and a bulky synthetic.
"YEAH! GET 'EM!", Ridley roared out, rooting for the synthetic.
Vlad scoffed at Ridley's statement. "Clearly you don't know what a real Beastman can do."
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Quin let out a simple, "Mmmm" of agreement, as she floated and followed Lekan to their quarters.
One room in the Lower class Quarters can only fit four people, but Mosa had enough tickets to buy 2 rooms. As Lekan entered the room for himself and Quin, they can already see just how different the standards of the two classes are.
Their room is quite narrow: a small, square living room, with two doors leading to a pair of bedrooms, each housing a bunk bed. a miniscule window is on the wall of the living room, exposing the ocean of stars outside, and a tiny television is stacked on top of wardrobes next to the bunk beds in both rooms. Quin remained stoic as she scanned the entire area.
The room is very simple. Sterile. Clean. It's mostly white in color, but there's touches of brown here and there, including the cheap carpet on the floor.
Quin hovered around for a while, but then stopped and turned to look at Lekan silently. She did not avert her gaze, no matter how long. Perhaps she wanted to talk?
"Why did you come on this vessel?"
...Yep. She definitely wanted to talk.
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Megahertz waved at Lekan and Quin as they departed, without looking. Laying chin first on the couch, her tentacles uncoil from her hair, and began flexing and stretching. She glanced at Sentinel as he walked over and sat down.
"......"
Megahertz took a few moments to think over Sentinel's question. Her name, huh? As a Dark S1de agent, she always preferred to go by her nickname. She deals with so many suspicious people everyday, she can't afford to take any unnecessary risks. Still...it is just a name. And for some reasons, she felt like she could trust him.
"...Alphard.....Alphard Vi Dracynea."
Even though she'd thought it over, it still felt weird telling her real name to someone she met only hours ago. Someone who shot up her place and killed her minions. Perhaps even weirder is the fact that she did not regret this.
"Don'ttellanyoneelse.", she hurriedly followed up her statement, before glancing around nervously.
A few moments later, she caught sight of K2 walking inside, and her jaw dropped upon his blunt statement. She proceeded to flusteredly respond, "Y-you vulgar monkey! It was not a date! It was...j-just a totally-completely-supremely platonic walk! You...!"
"......."
Megahertz cleared her throat, sat up, and folded her arms before looking away poutily. "HMPH! Fine! I'll find someone to repair your gun!". She wondered if that squidhead could help her out again. Or maybe she should find someone else. She sneakily glanced at Sentinel to find out his reaction to K2's words, before quickly looking away away, her hair once again fluttering from the speed of her movement.
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Mosa looked towards the door hissing and opening as James and Preston entered. He let out a bitter smile upon his question. "Heyyyyyy, G. Bros!"
"Bwahahahhaha...", Mosa could only respond with an awkward laugh at James' question....and Colt's answer.
Mosa looked on as james approached Golt. He widened his eyes and stood up slightly as james pulled the bandana and stabbed it to the table.
"HEYHEYHEYHEY!", Mosa rushed towards the two, and used his enormous hands to separate them both. "Enough! Enough! No more, or Mosa take it out of your paycheck!" Mosa's tone is somehow both nervous and firm. He knew of the hostility between James and Colt, but both are always too fast for Mosa to react to. Quite handy in battle, but rather unfortunate to handle.
Mosa turned to Preston and nodded thankfully, appreciating his cool-headedness, especially compared to the hot headed Colt and James.....and Mosa himself, most of the time.
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Mosa changed into a simple white T-shirt (though still keeping his tiger striped pants) as he prepared for bed, nodding at Colt. "You have a good night, Colt." He can hear Colt's soap opera playing through the door. He took a deep breath, his shoulders moving at least 6 inches up and down as he did, thanks to his massive size, and he looked at both James and Preston, his usual big hearted smile having returned to his lips. "You two, as well. Mosa gonna go check on our buddies."
There's a third door in the living room, which connected Mosa and his crew's room with Quin and Lekan's. He walked towards that door, and banged on it, before asking in his usual loud, hearty tone,
"You guys okay over there??"
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Clock chuckled at Ciril's statement, "Well, so did you two! Must be K2 being K2."
Clockwork folded his arms and listened to Ciril's vague explanation. "My, my...now you interest me~ I'll be keeping an eye...or.....eight....on you. Khekhekhekhekhekhe...."
Clockwork looked over to his shotglass, and grabbed it, before opening his "mouth" again with a ratcheting noise, and pouring the contents inside. "Still, I'm glad you're on our side, at least."
"Oh yeah! I know what you mean, bro."
Clockwork puts down his glass and closes his mouth.
"Such a nice, cozy ship. I guess it's a way to relieve the stress of a road trip to hell, khe khe khe..."
Since they work with Drakov, Gelon and his team were given a very nice, three-storey upper class house in the ship, with comfortable furniture and a very cozy, homely atmosphere.
Gelon found Ridley and Vlad drinking in the living room of their home, the two of them watching a boxing match on the TV, between a lumbering Beastman and a bulky synthetic.
"YEAH! GET 'EM!", Ridley roared out, rooting for the synthetic.
Vlad scoffed at Ridley's statement. "Clearly you don't know what a real Beastman can do."
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Quin let out a simple, "Mmmm" of agreement, as she floated and followed Lekan to their quarters.
One room in the Lower class Quarters can only fit four people, but Mosa had enough tickets to buy 2 rooms. As Lekan entered the room for himself and Quin, they can already see just how different the standards of the two classes are.
Their room is quite narrow: a small, square living room, with two doors leading to a pair of bedrooms, each housing a bunk bed. a miniscule window is on the wall of the living room, exposing the ocean of stars outside, and a tiny television is stacked on top of wardrobes next to the bunk beds in both rooms. Quin remained stoic as she scanned the entire area.
The room is very simple. Sterile. Clean. It's mostly white in color, but there's touches of brown here and there, including the cheap carpet on the floor.
Quin hovered around for a while, but then stopped and turned to look at Lekan silently. She did not avert her gaze, no matter how long. Perhaps she wanted to talk?
"Why did you come on this vessel?"
...Yep. She definitely wanted to talk.
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Megahertz waved at Lekan and Quin as they departed, without looking. Laying chin first on the couch, her tentacles uncoil from her hair, and began flexing and stretching. She glanced at Sentinel as he walked over and sat down.
"......"
Megahertz took a few moments to think over Sentinel's question. Her name, huh? As a Dark S1de agent, she always preferred to go by her nickname. She deals with so many suspicious people everyday, she can't afford to take any unnecessary risks. Still...it is just a name. And for some reasons, she felt like she could trust him.
"...Alphard.....Alphard Vi Dracynea."
Even though she'd thought it over, it still felt weird telling her real name to someone she met only hours ago. Someone who shot up her place and killed her minions. Perhaps even weirder is the fact that she did not regret this.
"Don'ttellanyoneelse.", she hurriedly followed up her statement, before glancing around nervously.
A few moments later, she caught sight of K2 walking inside, and her jaw dropped upon his blunt statement. She proceeded to flusteredly respond, "Y-you vulgar monkey! It was not a date! It was...j-just a totally-completely-supremely platonic walk! You...!"
"......."
Megahertz cleared her throat, sat up, and folded her arms before looking away poutily. "HMPH! Fine! I'll find someone to repair your gun!". She wondered if that squidhead could help her out again. Or maybe she should find someone else. She sneakily glanced at Sentinel to find out his reaction to K2's words, before quickly looking away away, her hair once again fluttering from the speed of her movement.
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Mosa looked towards the door hissing and opening as James and Preston entered. He let out a bitter smile upon his question. "Heyyyyyy, G. Bros!"
"Bwahahahhaha...", Mosa could only respond with an awkward laugh at James' question....and Colt's answer.
Mosa looked on as james approached Golt. He widened his eyes and stood up slightly as james pulled the bandana and stabbed it to the table.
"HEYHEYHEYHEY!", Mosa rushed towards the two, and used his enormous hands to separate them both. "Enough! Enough! No more, or Mosa take it out of your paycheck!" Mosa's tone is somehow both nervous and firm. He knew of the hostility between James and Colt, but both are always too fast for Mosa to react to. Quite handy in battle, but rather unfortunate to handle.
Mosa turned to Preston and nodded thankfully, appreciating his cool-headedness, especially compared to the hot headed Colt and James.....and Mosa himself, most of the time.
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Mosa changed into a simple white T-shirt (though still keeping his tiger striped pants) as he prepared for bed, nodding at Colt. "You have a good night, Colt." He can hear Colt's soap opera playing through the door. He took a deep breath, his shoulders moving at least 6 inches up and down as he did, thanks to his massive size, and he looked at both James and Preston, his usual big hearted smile having returned to his lips. "You two, as well. Mosa gonna go check on our buddies."
There's a third door in the living room, which connected Mosa and his crew's room with Quin and Lekan's. He walked towards that door, and banged on it, before asking in his usual loud, hearty tone,
"You guys okay over there??"
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Clock chuckled at Ciril's statement, "Well, so did you two! Must be K2 being K2."
Clockwork folded his arms and listened to Ciril's vague explanation. "My, my...now you interest me~ I'll be keeping an eye...or.....eight....on you. Khekhekhekhekhekhe...."
Clockwork looked over to his shotglass, and grabbed it, before opening his "mouth" again with a ratcheting noise, and pouring the contents inside. "Still, I'm glad you're on our side, at least."
"Oh yeah! I know what you mean, bro."
Clockwork puts down his glass and closes his mouth.
"Such a nice, cozy ship. I guess it's a way to relieve the stress of a road trip to hell, khe khe khe..."
Preston returned the gesture to Mosa, then left for the bedroom. Colt was already in the room, his eyes fixed on the TV screen.
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"You as well," Colt replied in a flat tone, as he was busy with his soap opera. Preston replied with a goodnight as Mosa made his rounds of checking on everyone. "By the way," Colt added, "would you open a fucking window? It smells like the seafood market on a hot day in here, and I'm getting nauseous."
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"You as well," Colt replied in a flat tone, as he was busy with his soap opera. Preston replied with a goodnight as Mosa made his rounds of checking on everyone. "By the way," Colt added, "would you open a fucking window? It smells like the seafood market on a hot day in here, and I'm getting nauseous."
Gelon sigh in relief and tap Vlad's shoulder "well I found him and I got smacked in the ground, Mosa seems to not want to meet you so what happened between you two? Cause this seems serious" Gelon ask not minding Ridley "and Mosa flipped all switches when I patted his tattoo"
Since it was only himself and Quin sharing a cabin designed for four people, the main room felt unusually spacious. Hey, it wasn't a luxury suite but Lekan was happy enough to have the extra space and privacy. He watched as the Genesior looked around the room, presumably taking in every detail. There might not have been any comfy couches, but it was all theirs. She then turned and gave him that look again, only this time she did end up asking a question that seemed to have been on her mind for a while. What made Lekan decide to get on this ship?
"Well, like I said, I wanted to get off-world as soon as possible and put as much distance between myself and GEHENNA as I can. I guess that, in my haste to leave Nebulon, I followed you on board the one ship that just had to be travelling in the opposite direction." Just then, a loud banging could be heard from the door, which certainly gave the Ondari a jolt. He immediately hid behind Quin, wrapping several of his arms around her. Needless to say, Lekan felt embarrassed when it simply turned out to be Mosa checking how they were doing.
"We're fine! If you could just knock a little quieter next time I'd really appreciate it!" Lekan released his tight grip on Quin once he heard Mosa go back to his own room. "Listen, I'm a technician, not a fighter," he told her. "I don't have armour for skin or blasters for hands like you do. If you hadn't been using non-lethal rounds back on Nebulon I'd probably be a chunky paste right now." Replaying the events in his mind, Lekan recalled the praise that Quin surprised him with. "Back at the restaurant, you said I fought bravely even though I was thrashing about in terror half the time. Why?"
"Well, like I said, I wanted to get off-world as soon as possible and put as much distance between myself and GEHENNA as I can. I guess that, in my haste to leave Nebulon, I followed you on board the one ship that just had to be travelling in the opposite direction." Just then, a loud banging could be heard from the door, which certainly gave the Ondari a jolt. He immediately hid behind Quin, wrapping several of his arms around her. Needless to say, Lekan felt embarrassed when it simply turned out to be Mosa checking how they were doing.
"We're fine! If you could just knock a little quieter next time I'd really appreciate it!" Lekan released his tight grip on Quin once he heard Mosa go back to his own room. "Listen, I'm a technician, not a fighter," he told her. "I don't have armour for skin or blasters for hands like you do. If you hadn't been using non-lethal rounds back on Nebulon I'd probably be a chunky paste right now." Replaying the events in his mind, Lekan recalled the praise that Quin surprised him with. "Back at the restaurant, you said I fought bravely even though I was thrashing about in terror half the time. Why?"
Sentinel listened to Megahertz closely as she slowly said her name. Alphard Vi Dracynea. It was such a nice name. She really was quite beautiful by most standards. Or maybe those were just his. He didn't know, but he felt privileged to know it. Trust was something difficult to come by in the world.
About to respond, he quieted as K2 walked into the room. It seemed he was sincerely sorry about causing the disturbance earlier in the day. A strange way to say it, but it was something. Maybe K2 wouldn't be that bad after all. Chuckling as the man left the room, he lay his head back against the couch. Emotions were certainly an interesting experience. The blank space may present problems later, but for now he was satisfied with everything.
"Maybe he won't turn out so bad," he uttered. "And I suppose this means that we will have to visit the Ondari again. Hopefully we can converse more without worrying about my dying." Being a synthetic may have had its advantages, but expressing some emotions was certainly harder. The way living creatures could construct facial expressions to accompany statements allowed them to express a single phrase a variety of ways.
A joking tone came into his voice: "And I suppose we were on a 'walk'. Though, I don't think platonic would be the right word." Once again he chuckled. She was certainly different when flustered. Quite charming, in fact.
Returning to her previous statement before K2 had walked in, Sentinel had to consider that a bit more. Finally, he responded, "Thank you for telling me your name. It can be hard to place trust in someone, but know that I have complete faith in you. It is a nice name. And I promise I won't tell anyone. It shall be kept in my own mind until you say otherwise." Shifting around, he placed himself in a more natural position. "You should sleep...Alphard. Today has been taxing for everyone, especially you. I shall protect you in your rest, be certain of that." With that he placed himself in a standby mode, able to respond to something yet conserving more energy than if he were fully powered on.
About to respond, he quieted as K2 walked into the room. It seemed he was sincerely sorry about causing the disturbance earlier in the day. A strange way to say it, but it was something. Maybe K2 wouldn't be that bad after all. Chuckling as the man left the room, he lay his head back against the couch. Emotions were certainly an interesting experience. The blank space may present problems later, but for now he was satisfied with everything.
"Maybe he won't turn out so bad," he uttered. "And I suppose this means that we will have to visit the Ondari again. Hopefully we can converse more without worrying about my dying." Being a synthetic may have had its advantages, but expressing some emotions was certainly harder. The way living creatures could construct facial expressions to accompany statements allowed them to express a single phrase a variety of ways.
A joking tone came into his voice: "And I suppose we were on a 'walk'. Though, I don't think platonic would be the right word." Once again he chuckled. She was certainly different when flustered. Quite charming, in fact.
Returning to her previous statement before K2 had walked in, Sentinel had to consider that a bit more. Finally, he responded, "Thank you for telling me your name. It can be hard to place trust in someone, but know that I have complete faith in you. It is a nice name. And I promise I won't tell anyone. It shall be kept in my own mind until you say otherwise." Shifting around, he placed himself in a more natural position. "You should sleep...Alphard. Today has been taxing for everyone, especially you. I shall protect you in your rest, be certain of that." With that he placed himself in a standby mode, able to respond to something yet conserving more energy than if he were fully powered on.
Byatis smiled a bit as Darkstar spoke. "Northern Dagojouiise? Great I can go sleep in then." He turned to Roza. "Well good luck with the Spider Queen! See you in a bit!" Before she could respond, Byatis cloaked himself once more and was off to the upper-class home that Megahertz had gotten for them. As he hopped from roof to roof, Byatis watched the 'sky' which simulated the transition to night time. It wasn't actually sky, it was just a projection but he thought that was pretty convenient. Back on Megido it was dark. All the time. Because nothing says 'death world' than utter darkness. Byatis, oddly enough, missed Megido a bit. He began to wonder just WHY he was taking this voyage. No one told him to. Was it a desire to hunt GEHENNA? Was is homesickness? Byatis wasn't entirely sure.
Finally, when the simulated sky became night completely, he reached the house. Byatis was able to track it by the stench of alcohol on K2 and the unique metal components of Sentinel. Byatis knew he wouldn't fit through the door, so he crawled in through the window on the second floor. From downstairs, the sound of heavy footsteps can be heard thumping on the upstairs area. Byatis uncloaked himself and lazily made his way to the biggest bedroom, the master bedroom. He calmly climbed onto the bed, which normally would be rather large, but next to him it looked tiny. He barely fit on it. Byatis finally laid on the bed like a dog would sleep in a crate. His tail coiled around the bed, and he closed his eyes to sleep.
Finally, when the simulated sky became night completely, he reached the house. Byatis was able to track it by the stench of alcohol on K2 and the unique metal components of Sentinel. Byatis knew he wouldn't fit through the door, so he crawled in through the window on the second floor. From downstairs, the sound of heavy footsteps can be heard thumping on the upstairs area. Byatis uncloaked himself and lazily made his way to the biggest bedroom, the master bedroom. He calmly climbed onto the bed, which normally would be rather large, but next to him it looked tiny. He barely fit on it. Byatis finally laid on the bed like a dog would sleep in a crate. His tail coiled around the bed, and he closed his eyes to sleep.
"Likewise, Clockwork." Ciril smiles and turns back to his meal for a few more bites, not confirming that someday, they may not be on the same side. He left most of his shot untouched, sipping lightly from it here and there. When he was finished he placed his credits on the table. "I'm sure we will see each other again soon. In fact, I want to speak with this Byatis creature approximately 12 hours from now." he stands on his slender legs and transmits his contact information to Clock. He smiles, and if Clockwork is perceptive enough, he might catch just the tiniest hint of sadness or longing, like he would like to stay and just speak casually... but the beastman turns to find his own assigned quarters. "Keep me updated!" he waves and strides away.
Vlad turned to Gelon and stared at him for a few seconds. And then proceeded speak her mind bluntly, calmly, and without any hesitation. "...Are you stupid, or just ignorant?"
She stayed quiet for a while, before sitting up and facing him with a serious expression, figuring out that mere insults would not help at all.
"First; nothing happened between us. War brought us together...and when the war ended, so did our relationship. We found out we were better as friends. But I suppose he just wanted some time away from me for a while, and I am completely fine with that."
She paused, before propping her chin up by her left hand.
"Second; that tattoo of his is very valuable and....personal." For a brief moment, Vlad looked down sadly. "Not just between Mosa and I, but also between Mosa and....somebody else. Someone long gone." She kept quiet for a few seconds, before glaring up at Gelon fiercely. "You may be our team leader, but you don't have any right barging into either of our personal lives. You are Mosa's customer, and my boss. Nothing more, nothing less." Her words are harsh, but her tone are always calm and matter of fact.
"Third; Beastmen do not appreciate being touched by just anybody. Perhaps it is different for you humans, I do not care to know. But for us, touch is sacred...intimate. Some do not even allow family members to them, if they are not fond enpugh of them. Perhaps tis' because of us Beastman' greater sensitivity compared to you humans, but...let's just say that if this were Veradoxia, you would have a legion of Beastman chasing your tail everyday, with your overly friendly behavior."
Over in his couch, Ridley scoffed. "Basically Boss, she just called you a creeper." He said in a deadpan, yet insulting manner. Unlike Vlad, you can most definitely feel the icy contempt in his tone alone.
It is quite clear that Gelon has yet to acquire the trusts of either of his team members.
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Quin floated up and down slightly as she listened to Lekan, keeping her usual poker face on. She didn't seem to have any opinion on his...anticlimactic explanation.
As she turned to look at the door, she can barely react to Lekan wrapping himself behind her. Then again, it is Quin, so perhaps this current stoicity is indeed her reaction.
"......"
"HOKAY THEN!", Mosa's loud voice can be heard again, and so can his footsteps as he walked away.
Quin continued to listen to Lekan's humble words as his tentacles coil around her dark green figure.
"....."
seconds pass. Quin seemed to be deep in thought. thinking Lekan's words over, while struggling to find an answer.
"....You were terrified, yet you continued fighting. You wanted to flee from GEHENNA, yet you followed me in this ship to hell. "
Turning her head, she faced Lekan eye to eye.
"You have the body of a weakling. The mind of a coward."
"......"
".....And the heart of a warrior."
Quin allowed a few minutes to pass, so that Lekan could process her words. There is sincerity and compassion behind them, and while her face is stoic and her words few, her bell-like voice is honest and passionate.
"I ask that you let me go now, before some voyeur with a hidden camera makes a hentai out of this.", she suddenly blurted out, while still wrapped in Lekan's tentacles.
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Mosa returned to the main room of his, Colt's, and the Brothers' cabin, and walked to the door upon Colt's request. "No windows. We'd get sucked to space that way."
He opened the main door which leads to the corridors instead.
"This better. Don't worry, Mosa will guard the door."
Mosa's nose twitched, and looked at the door connecting their room and Lekan and Quin's.
"LEKAN, GOOD IDEA TO TAKE SHOWER SOON, YESSS?", he shouted out. He would sound polite and friendly, as Mosa usually does...were it not for the fact that he shouted that so loud that their neighbours 4 doors down would hear them.
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Megahertz listened to Sentinel, with a flabbergasted expression on her face. "Geeze, Sentinel...that Pirate passed out when you and your buddies were fighting my Gunsevers, and you're not even going to scold him just a bit??" She pouted and furrowed her brows. "You have the patience of a saint."...
Megahertz turned a bit on the couch, staring at the velvet ceiling. When Sentinel reminded her of the walk on the park, she nearly fell off her couch as she jolted and stood up, clutching a pillow with a furious blush on her face. "?!" Y-you cyber jerk! Don't encourage him!"
A pause.
Followed by an indecisive whisper; "...Or maybe....you should...." Which is quickly halted with a rapid shooking of her head. "UH. IF... that means he'd not think about killing me anymore, then I suppose...."
She only dug herself deeper and deeper.
"Wait, what am I saying?! This discussion is over!", Megahertz childishly flung the pillow towards Sentinel....and missed him by two inches. She looked away and folded her arms to hide her pouty embarassment. Which didn't work at all.
Thankfully, Sentinel changed the subject again, which calmed her a bit. Though she still can't look at him. Sentinel claiming his complete faith in her was enough to fluster her again, though this time she was smart enough to kept quiet until he finished his words.
Glancing at another pillow on the sofa, she silently agreed with Sentinel's words. She proceeded to lay down, her bright blue tentacles splayed alongside her dark blue, nearly black, hair. With her face far away from Sentinel's eyes, her lips curved into a sweet smile. "You better live up to your name then....Sentinel.", she whispered, trying poorly to disguise affection with annoyance. How silly. She felt like a princess in a fairy tale. A mafia princess with a monstrous rogue, a flamboyant lancer, a drunken pirate, and a dark knight. The dark knight in rusted armor. She hated thinking about this. Or does she really? She haven't had a true friend in years. Indecisiveness is so frustating to her. But no matter. Now is the time to sleep.
With the dark knight nearby, she proceeded to fall asleep peacefully.
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Clockwork waited for Ciril to finish his meal silently, reading a book he picked from the Neopolis Lower City library. It was an amateurly written book with terrible vampires and bizzarre characters. Nice cover art though, cliched as it may be.
Clock looked up at Ciril and nodded. "12 hours, you say? I will be sure to ask Byatis to find you~" His eyes focus on Ciril's face, and found himself...intrigued. As a synthetic with a face that could generously be described as...nonexistant, Clockwork had always been interested in the ways organics emote. Everyday, he has to compensate his lack of a 'face' with his flamboyant voice, but people like Ciril and K2 did not have such requirements. Even though he considered himself comfortable with his synthetic self, he can't help but feel a little jealous sometimes. He kept looking at Ciril as he walked into the distance, only looking away once Ciril was completely out of sight, disappearing amongst the crowds.
"...Oh well.", Clockwork said with a carefree tone. He stood up, and left his money on the table, before retreating to the upper class house.
Entering through the door, he spotted Sentinel on standby, and Megahertz sleeping peacefully. "Kheh...", he let out a tiny chuckle, before shutting the door. He walked a few steps to the side, and proceeded to lean on the wall and fold his arms, glancing at the fireplace. Dimming his main yellow visor, Clokwork proceeded to enter a standby mode like Sentinel, as the night fell on the Realta Nua.
She stayed quiet for a while, before sitting up and facing him with a serious expression, figuring out that mere insults would not help at all.
"First; nothing happened between us. War brought us together...and when the war ended, so did our relationship. We found out we were better as friends. But I suppose he just wanted some time away from me for a while, and I am completely fine with that."
She paused, before propping her chin up by her left hand.
"Second; that tattoo of his is very valuable and....personal." For a brief moment, Vlad looked down sadly. "Not just between Mosa and I, but also between Mosa and....somebody else. Someone long gone." She kept quiet for a few seconds, before glaring up at Gelon fiercely. "You may be our team leader, but you don't have any right barging into either of our personal lives. You are Mosa's customer, and my boss. Nothing more, nothing less." Her words are harsh, but her tone are always calm and matter of fact.
"Third; Beastmen do not appreciate being touched by just anybody. Perhaps it is different for you humans, I do not care to know. But for us, touch is sacred...intimate. Some do not even allow family members to them, if they are not fond enpugh of them. Perhaps tis' because of us Beastman' greater sensitivity compared to you humans, but...let's just say that if this were Veradoxia, you would have a legion of Beastman chasing your tail everyday, with your overly friendly behavior."
Over in his couch, Ridley scoffed. "Basically Boss, she just called you a creeper." He said in a deadpan, yet insulting manner. Unlike Vlad, you can most definitely feel the icy contempt in his tone alone.
It is quite clear that Gelon has yet to acquire the trusts of either of his team members.
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Quin floated up and down slightly as she listened to Lekan, keeping her usual poker face on. She didn't seem to have any opinion on his...anticlimactic explanation.
As she turned to look at the door, she can barely react to Lekan wrapping himself behind her. Then again, it is Quin, so perhaps this current stoicity is indeed her reaction.
"......"
"HOKAY THEN!", Mosa's loud voice can be heard again, and so can his footsteps as he walked away.
Quin continued to listen to Lekan's humble words as his tentacles coil around her dark green figure.
"....."
seconds pass. Quin seemed to be deep in thought. thinking Lekan's words over, while struggling to find an answer.
"....You were terrified, yet you continued fighting. You wanted to flee from GEHENNA, yet you followed me in this ship to hell. "
Turning her head, she faced Lekan eye to eye.
"You have the body of a weakling. The mind of a coward."
"......"
".....And the heart of a warrior."
Quin allowed a few minutes to pass, so that Lekan could process her words. There is sincerity and compassion behind them, and while her face is stoic and her words few, her bell-like voice is honest and passionate.
"I ask that you let me go now, before some voyeur with a hidden camera makes a hentai out of this.", she suddenly blurted out, while still wrapped in Lekan's tentacles.
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Mosa returned to the main room of his, Colt's, and the Brothers' cabin, and walked to the door upon Colt's request. "No windows. We'd get sucked to space that way."
He opened the main door which leads to the corridors instead.
"This better. Don't worry, Mosa will guard the door."
Mosa's nose twitched, and looked at the door connecting their room and Lekan and Quin's.
"LEKAN, GOOD IDEA TO TAKE SHOWER SOON, YESSS?", he shouted out. He would sound polite and friendly, as Mosa usually does...were it not for the fact that he shouted that so loud that their neighbours 4 doors down would hear them.
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Megahertz listened to Sentinel, with a flabbergasted expression on her face. "Geeze, Sentinel...that Pirate passed out when you and your buddies were fighting my Gunsevers, and you're not even going to scold him just a bit??" She pouted and furrowed her brows. "You have the patience of a saint."...
Megahertz turned a bit on the couch, staring at the velvet ceiling. When Sentinel reminded her of the walk on the park, she nearly fell off her couch as she jolted and stood up, clutching a pillow with a furious blush on her face. "?!" Y-you cyber jerk! Don't encourage him!"
A pause.
Followed by an indecisive whisper; "...Or maybe....you should...." Which is quickly halted with a rapid shooking of her head. "UH. IF... that means he'd not think about killing me anymore, then I suppose...."
She only dug herself deeper and deeper.
"Wait, what am I saying?! This discussion is over!", Megahertz childishly flung the pillow towards Sentinel....and missed him by two inches. She looked away and folded her arms to hide her pouty embarassment. Which didn't work at all.
Thankfully, Sentinel changed the subject again, which calmed her a bit. Though she still can't look at him. Sentinel claiming his complete faith in her was enough to fluster her again, though this time she was smart enough to kept quiet until he finished his words.
Glancing at another pillow on the sofa, she silently agreed with Sentinel's words. She proceeded to lay down, her bright blue tentacles splayed alongside her dark blue, nearly black, hair. With her face far away from Sentinel's eyes, her lips curved into a sweet smile. "You better live up to your name then....Sentinel.", she whispered, trying poorly to disguise affection with annoyance. How silly. She felt like a princess in a fairy tale. A mafia princess with a monstrous rogue, a flamboyant lancer, a drunken pirate, and a dark knight. The dark knight in rusted armor. She hated thinking about this. Or does she really? She haven't had a true friend in years. Indecisiveness is so frustating to her. But no matter. Now is the time to sleep.
With the dark knight nearby, she proceeded to fall asleep peacefully.
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Clockwork waited for Ciril to finish his meal silently, reading a book he picked from the Neopolis Lower City library. It was an amateurly written book with terrible vampires and bizzarre characters. Nice cover art though, cliched as it may be.
Clock looked up at Ciril and nodded. "12 hours, you say? I will be sure to ask Byatis to find you~" His eyes focus on Ciril's face, and found himself...intrigued. As a synthetic with a face that could generously be described as...nonexistant, Clockwork had always been interested in the ways organics emote. Everyday, he has to compensate his lack of a 'face' with his flamboyant voice, but people like Ciril and K2 did not have such requirements. Even though he considered himself comfortable with his synthetic self, he can't help but feel a little jealous sometimes. He kept looking at Ciril as he walked into the distance, only looking away once Ciril was completely out of sight, disappearing amongst the crowds.
"...Oh well.", Clockwork said with a carefree tone. He stood up, and left his money on the table, before retreating to the upper class house.
Entering through the door, he spotted Sentinel on standby, and Megahertz sleeping peacefully. "Kheh...", he let out a tiny chuckle, before shutting the door. He walked a few steps to the side, and proceeded to lean on the wall and fold his arms, glancing at the fireplace. Dimming his main yellow visor, Clokwork proceeded to enter a standby mode like Sentinel, as the night fell on the Realta Nua.
Gelon sigh and walked to the door to leave the two "first off I'm not your boss just your teammate and second, if I don't return in 4 or 6 hours check the training center, I might be dying there on the ground" Gelon said in a grim, cold tone. He slam the door shut and headed to his destination.
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On the way Gelon check his syringes he needed to live, he had enough for a single day but when he checked the syringes for the times he need to modify his arm he could scrap that "it seems like I'm gonna play a game again, death, let's see who will win this time" he said and sigh he didn't lose his arm alone when the lab was attacked so many years ago, but Gelon can't remember that, all he can remember are blurry memories and muffled yelling and nothing else.
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As gelon arrived at the training center he picked a tabled where he was gonna work and cleared the area around it then he placed two syringes on the floor and one on the table after that he detached the welder from his arm and put it on the table "let our game begin" he said and detach his arm and got to work. His life lay in his own, his team or a total stranger's hands for his survival
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On the way Gelon check his syringes he needed to live, he had enough for a single day but when he checked the syringes for the times he need to modify his arm he could scrap that "it seems like I'm gonna play a game again, death, let's see who will win this time" he said and sigh he didn't lose his arm alone when the lab was attacked so many years ago, but Gelon can't remember that, all he can remember are blurry memories and muffled yelling and nothing else.
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As gelon arrived at the training center he picked a tabled where he was gonna work and cleared the area around it then he placed two syringes on the floor and one on the table after that he detached the welder from his arm and put it on the table "let our game begin" he said and detach his arm and got to work. His life lay in his own, his team or a total stranger's hands for his survival
As Byatis left as quickly and abruptly as he came, Roza just blinked, thinking that today was just a weird day. a very, very weird day. At the very least, it would make a good story to laugh about later.
She thought about the job that she was undertaking. Byatis had claimed the beast chief for himself, which she was okay with because he could probably do the job better than she could because of his own poisonous venom, but that left her with the Spider Queen. As a child, she had heard many a story about the spiders and their elusive queen, and none of them were at all pleasant. They were mostly used to scare young Dagojouiisan children into not wandering away from their homes. Oh yes, she knew the stories. It was common knowledge that if you wandered north, the beastmen would get you and grind your bones to make their bread and eat you. Or if you ran into spiders, they would spin you into their webs and suck out your blood for soup. And eat you. The morals of these stories were usually some version of "If you don't want to die, stay home, because pretty much everything beyond your tribe or village will eat you first chance they get".
Roza chuckled a bit to herself. Never had she expected to have to face her's (and pretty much every human child's in Dagojouiise) nightmare. Actually, she hadn't even expected to come back to the planet itself in the first place. "Home sweet home". she wistfully thought. Where everything tried to kill you, and danger was aplenty.
The spider queen and Dagojouiise could wait. She had a couple of days to explore this gigantic ship. This adventure could occupy her, at least until the greater one begins. She look at her ticket, which allotted her some 2nd class lodgings for the trip. Already she saw that the light was growing dimmer, as the ship's artificial sky was slowly turning to night. Exploring could wait tomorrow. For now, she would go find her bed and sleep through the night.
She thought about the job that she was undertaking. Byatis had claimed the beast chief for himself, which she was okay with because he could probably do the job better than she could because of his own poisonous venom, but that left her with the Spider Queen. As a child, she had heard many a story about the spiders and their elusive queen, and none of them were at all pleasant. They were mostly used to scare young Dagojouiisan children into not wandering away from their homes. Oh yes, she knew the stories. It was common knowledge that if you wandered north, the beastmen would get you and grind your bones to make their bread and eat you. Or if you ran into spiders, they would spin you into their webs and suck out your blood for soup. And eat you. The morals of these stories were usually some version of "If you don't want to die, stay home, because pretty much everything beyond your tribe or village will eat you first chance they get".
Roza chuckled a bit to herself. Never had she expected to have to face her's (and pretty much every human child's in Dagojouiise) nightmare. Actually, she hadn't even expected to come back to the planet itself in the first place. "Home sweet home". she wistfully thought. Where everything tried to kill you, and danger was aplenty.
The spider queen and Dagojouiise could wait. She had a couple of days to explore this gigantic ship. This adventure could occupy her, at least until the greater one begins. She look at her ticket, which allotted her some 2nd class lodgings for the trip. Already she saw that the light was growing dimmer, as the ship's artificial sky was slowly turning to night. Exploring could wait tomorrow. For now, she would go find her bed and sleep through the night.
Lekan listened very carefully to what Quin had to say, and as much as he wanted to argue, he had to admit that she was right. Her emphatic tone made it perfectly clear that she wasn't joking around either. Maybe he really did have a warrior's heart? If that was the case, he wasn't sure about what his other two might be, but it was nice to know that he even had such a thing going for him.
The remark about camera-wielding voyeurs took him by surprise, and Lekan quickly let go of Quin. He couldn't help but let a nervous chuckle escape his beak, which soon gave way to genuine laughter. If this was another one of the Genesior's attempts at humour (and Lekan really hoped it was) then she had certainly done a lot better than last time. After calming himself down, the Ondari was about to say something when a certain Beastman interrupted with all the subtlety of a tap-dancing elephant.
"Hey, I take VERY good care of my personal hygiene, thank you very much! Maybe it's your body odour since it's coming from your room!" Glaring at the door for a few seconds, Lekan regained his composure once more. "Maybe... maybe I'll stick around on this 'ship to hell' and see what comes of it," he told her. "And with you around to watch my back, we'd probably make a good team. For now, though, I think I'll go get some sleep. Good night, Quin, and... thanks." He drifted towards one of the bedrooms, intent on claiming the top bunk within and burrowing under the covers to get some well-earned rest.
The remark about camera-wielding voyeurs took him by surprise, and Lekan quickly let go of Quin. He couldn't help but let a nervous chuckle escape his beak, which soon gave way to genuine laughter. If this was another one of the Genesior's attempts at humour (and Lekan really hoped it was) then she had certainly done a lot better than last time. After calming himself down, the Ondari was about to say something when a certain Beastman interrupted with all the subtlety of a tap-dancing elephant.
"Hey, I take VERY good care of my personal hygiene, thank you very much! Maybe it's your body odour since it's coming from your room!" Glaring at the door for a few seconds, Lekan regained his composure once more. "Maybe... maybe I'll stick around on this 'ship to hell' and see what comes of it," he told her. "And with you around to watch my back, we'd probably make a good team. For now, though, I think I'll go get some sleep. Good night, Quin, and... thanks." He drifted towards one of the bedrooms, intent on claiming the top bunk within and burrowing under the covers to get some well-earned rest.
And so, the inhabitants of the Realta Nua, aside from select few such as Gelon Deskovitch, finally falls asleep while the ship continued making its way towards Dagojouiise, the world of heat.
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Morning came, and the artificial sky changed into a bright blue and pleasant color to reflect that. Loudspeakers all over the ship began transmitting a message from a calm, polite-voiced young man;
"Good morning passengers of the Realta Nua, this is your Captain speaking, I have a few announcements to make. First of all, we will be arriving in Northern Dagojouiise's plains spaceports in approximately 15 minutes, and our ship will remain there for the whole day as it undergo some modifications.
Second of all, we would like to inform you of the Interstellar Rose's upcoming concert. She will perform this afternoon at 12 PM in The Park. There is no admission fee required. Thank you for your attention, and we hope you have a pleasant flight."
With the message finished, silence returned to the mornings of the F.S.S. Realta Nua.
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Morning came, and the artificial sky changed into a bright blue and pleasant color to reflect that. Loudspeakers all over the ship began transmitting a message from a calm, polite-voiced young man;
"Good morning passengers of the Realta Nua, this is your Captain speaking, I have a few announcements to make. First of all, we will be arriving in Northern Dagojouiise's plains spaceports in approximately 15 minutes, and our ship will remain there for the whole day as it undergo some modifications.
Second of all, we would like to inform you of the Interstellar Rose's upcoming concert. She will perform this afternoon at 12 PM in The Park. There is no admission fee required. Thank you for your attention, and we hope you have a pleasant flight."
With the message finished, silence returned to the mornings of the F.S.S. Realta Nua.
Gelon lay on the floor gasping and grasping for his final syringe. It was a wonder that he was still alive even after a half hour in this condition 'am I gona die like this? A fools death? Looking like a druggie? Hell no I'm not but death is winning and I can feel myself slip' went through his mind as he keeps grasping for the syringe with his nanobots that could save his life but he was gonna be bound to the infirmary for a few days for sure to regain his full strength again, if he got the shoot
As Gelon lay dying, he can see a familiar green figure approaching: it's that woman....the synthetic gynoid who delivered Boris' message.
She stood over Gelon with, watching as he gasped like a fish. Her eyes travel between his face and the final syringe. She seemed....enthralled....by the pain in his face, the eyes lighting up in wonder and curiosity as she watched his hyperventilating mouth, his heaving chest...
Eventually, she walked over and kick the syringe away...before kneeling down and raising her right arm, which transformed into a giant syringe filled with silvery, glowing nanobots that Gelon had never seen before. They look far more advanced than anything even in the Black Market....most likely a new model still in the prototype stages. "Master Deskovitch. You are hurt....", she whispered simply...before stabbing his arm with the syringe.
The newtype nanobots travel into his bloodstream, and reinvigorated him almost completely; it's as if days have passed, and his lost strength have returned. All in a matter of seconds. A billion newtype nanobots enter his systems, repairing his damaged tissue and restoring his stamina.
That Woman watched Gelon quietly, waiting for him to recover, watching his move while clasping her hands together. She gave him a sympathetic look, but said nothing else. There is kindness and sadness in her eyes...
Suddenly, Gelon heard Boris' voice coming out of the woman.
"Gelon Deskovitch my friend! You can't be dying on me now, comrade. Not today." His tone affable and pleasant, despite having wasted quite possibly very valuable and very expensive resources.
"I would chastise you for risking your life before I even give you your first mission....but you did give me a chance to test out these new strain of nanobots...so I suppose it's all good."
He stayed quiet for a few moments, waiting as that woman turned slightly to the left, and projected his hologram so that he can talk to Gelon face to face.
The hologram showed the old man in the purple suit, standing with his arms behind his back, a confident smile on his face.
"Now, I am sure that you have heard of the cargo ship Gilgamesh from your teammates, Ridley and Vlad, and how it crashed in the deserts of Dagojouiise a few days ago. I need you to find this ship for me, and I need you to be in top shape to do this. I've received word that it contained quite valuable information for one of my medical projects. I have a general location of where this ship crashed, but you'd need to investigate the specific spot further yourself."
That Woman projected the hologram of a map on the training center wall, signaling it to be somewhere in the South Dagojouiise volcanic region.
"I believe that this ship, and the valuable information in it, will help us greatly in our struggle against GEHENNA. The Newtype Nanobots I have my messenger provide you should give you more than sufficient strength to handle this mission, yes?"
She stood over Gelon with, watching as he gasped like a fish. Her eyes travel between his face and the final syringe. She seemed....enthralled....by the pain in his face, the eyes lighting up in wonder and curiosity as she watched his hyperventilating mouth, his heaving chest...
Eventually, she walked over and kick the syringe away...before kneeling down and raising her right arm, which transformed into a giant syringe filled with silvery, glowing nanobots that Gelon had never seen before. They look far more advanced than anything even in the Black Market....most likely a new model still in the prototype stages. "Master Deskovitch. You are hurt....", she whispered simply...before stabbing his arm with the syringe.
The newtype nanobots travel into his bloodstream, and reinvigorated him almost completely; it's as if days have passed, and his lost strength have returned. All in a matter of seconds. A billion newtype nanobots enter his systems, repairing his damaged tissue and restoring his stamina.
That Woman watched Gelon quietly, waiting for him to recover, watching his move while clasping her hands together. She gave him a sympathetic look, but said nothing else. There is kindness and sadness in her eyes...
Suddenly, Gelon heard Boris' voice coming out of the woman.
"Gelon Deskovitch my friend! You can't be dying on me now, comrade. Not today." His tone affable and pleasant, despite having wasted quite possibly very valuable and very expensive resources.
"I would chastise you for risking your life before I even give you your first mission....but you did give me a chance to test out these new strain of nanobots...so I suppose it's all good."
He stayed quiet for a few moments, waiting as that woman turned slightly to the left, and projected his hologram so that he can talk to Gelon face to face.
The hologram showed the old man in the purple suit, standing with his arms behind his back, a confident smile on his face.
"Now, I am sure that you have heard of the cargo ship Gilgamesh from your teammates, Ridley and Vlad, and how it crashed in the deserts of Dagojouiise a few days ago. I need you to find this ship for me, and I need you to be in top shape to do this. I've received word that it contained quite valuable information for one of my medical projects. I have a general location of where this ship crashed, but you'd need to investigate the specific spot further yourself."
That Woman projected the hologram of a map on the training center wall, signaling it to be somewhere in the South Dagojouiise volcanic region.
"I believe that this ship, and the valuable information in it, will help us greatly in our struggle against GEHENNA. The Newtype Nanobots I have my messenger provide you should give you more than sufficient strength to handle this mission, yes?"
The setting changes from F.S.S. Realta Nua to Stratevaria Galaxy
If Ciril slept at all, it was very little. He had not gone straight to his cabin after leaving Clockwork, and several others might have caught a glimpse of the strange looking slender beastman walking around various floors. However he had only been strolling casually, taking things in it seemed. That completed, he found his private upperclass room, paid for by his superiors, and made his report of the days interactions. It was not long before he received word back on his datapad, with new instructions on his assignment. ...and some of them were ...unsavory.
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As the morning message plays, Ciril heads for the rooms occupied by Clockwork, K2, and their companions, whoever they may be. How Ciril got this information where they were, he of course wouldn't say, as Clockwork had not told him. But sure enough, early in the day cycle, he arrives at the door, knocking politely, metal knuckles rapping on the door, then folding behind his back, expression calm, sunglasses in place.
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As the morning message plays, Ciril heads for the rooms occupied by Clockwork, K2, and their companions, whoever they may be. How Ciril got this information where they were, he of course wouldn't say, as Clockwork had not told him. But sure enough, early in the day cycle, he arrives at the door, knocking politely, metal knuckles rapping on the door, then folding behind his back, expression calm, sunglasses in place.
(Sorry for the long post. Was feeling inspired today :P)
Lights flashed rapidly, a strobe of colors and sensations pounding mercilessly into the receptors. Nothing existed except the colors, a vibrant oblivion of pain and awareness. What was this place? A manifestation of different systems, perhaps, extending across the entirety of known space, having ascended beyond simple physical means? And if so, how had it gotten here.
Ever so gradually, the colors began to recede as the tide does, ebbing in a constant struggle between the forces of celestial objects. Eventually, a light appeared, filling the field of vision afforded to the synthetic. Tinting slowly as the processes were still being initiated, it was able to eventually make out a group of people standing above him, an array of Beastman, human, synthetic, and a slew of other species. Data banks that were as of yet still being uploaded into his mind gradually filled in the information on who everyone was.
One who was not in the data stepped around the other scientists and engineers, staring closely into the image receptors mounted on its face. "What is its designation?" he queried, still analyzing.
"CU-7S1 TREBUCHET, director."
"Seventh generation you say. How long was this kept between you? 'Sixth generation won't be ready for another year at least' my ass! You conned me, and I want to know why." he shouted, angrily advancing on the assemblage. His tall, broad stature only mad him more menacing.
"I assure you sir, we had our reasons. Perhaps you should examine him first. He is...different, from the other generations," answered one of the synthetic engineers, passive voice betraying nothing, face betraying nothing. CU-7S1 simply sat and waited.
A sparkle came into the director's eyes, glinting dangerously. Curiosity can as easily destroy a man as any vice, but he did not care. He would know why the synthetic war bot had been created. Straightening, he intoned, "Proceed."
Straps extended from the board on which it lay, securing its body so as to minimize any damage from struggling. A crude analysis of the situation formulated in the mainframe of the synthetic, but it could discern nothing. A needle descended from the ceiling slowly, cradled at the end of a chrome arm. Slowly attaching to the upload port in CU-7S1's side compartment, it flared briefly before pain overwhelmed the synthetic instantly, shutting it off violently.
Starting up, Sentinel unhooked his particle cannons and swing them around quickly. Targeting systems locked onto Megahertz and Clockwork, identifying them as threats. The cannons began to charge, humming as a golden light built in the center. Standing there, Sentinel realized what he had just done, what had happened to him. A nightmare. Was it even possible for synthetics to have such experiences. He had almost killed both people, a reaction to something unexpected.
Reattaching the cannons to his legs, he kneeled and began purging his systems of glitches and malware. Finding nothing perplexed him. Even accounting for the changes that had occurred yesterday- which he still had not come to terms with- a nightmare was not something a synthetic should be experiencing.
Slowly making his way over back to Megahertz, he sat facing her, gazing. Thinking. Affection pulsed slowly, overcoming the other systems. Reaching out, he placed a hand lightly on her hair running the metal fingers through. What he would not give to be able to feel. A knocking came from the door, and he withdrew quickly. Accessing the ship systems, he saw a Snek standing there, hands folded patiently.
Walking over to Clockwork, he tapped the fellow synthetic. Waiting until after he woke, Sentinel said "I'm not sure if this is for you, but there is a Snek outside the door. If Megahertz asks where I am, tell her she can find me where I feel yesterday. Striding away, he exited the house through a back door before turning off to stroll through the early day gloom.
Lights flashed rapidly, a strobe of colors and sensations pounding mercilessly into the receptors. Nothing existed except the colors, a vibrant oblivion of pain and awareness. What was this place? A manifestation of different systems, perhaps, extending across the entirety of known space, having ascended beyond simple physical means? And if so, how had it gotten here.
Ever so gradually, the colors began to recede as the tide does, ebbing in a constant struggle between the forces of celestial objects. Eventually, a light appeared, filling the field of vision afforded to the synthetic. Tinting slowly as the processes were still being initiated, it was able to eventually make out a group of people standing above him, an array of Beastman, human, synthetic, and a slew of other species. Data banks that were as of yet still being uploaded into his mind gradually filled in the information on who everyone was.
One who was not in the data stepped around the other scientists and engineers, staring closely into the image receptors mounted on its face. "What is its designation?" he queried, still analyzing.
"CU-7S1 TREBUCHET, director."
"Seventh generation you say. How long was this kept between you? 'Sixth generation won't be ready for another year at least' my ass! You conned me, and I want to know why." he shouted, angrily advancing on the assemblage. His tall, broad stature only mad him more menacing.
"I assure you sir, we had our reasons. Perhaps you should examine him first. He is...different, from the other generations," answered one of the synthetic engineers, passive voice betraying nothing, face betraying nothing. CU-7S1 simply sat and waited.
A sparkle came into the director's eyes, glinting dangerously. Curiosity can as easily destroy a man as any vice, but he did not care. He would know why the synthetic war bot had been created. Straightening, he intoned, "Proceed."
Straps extended from the board on which it lay, securing its body so as to minimize any damage from struggling. A crude analysis of the situation formulated in the mainframe of the synthetic, but it could discern nothing. A needle descended from the ceiling slowly, cradled at the end of a chrome arm. Slowly attaching to the upload port in CU-7S1's side compartment, it flared briefly before pain overwhelmed the synthetic instantly, shutting it off violently.
Starting up, Sentinel unhooked his particle cannons and swing them around quickly. Targeting systems locked onto Megahertz and Clockwork, identifying them as threats. The cannons began to charge, humming as a golden light built in the center. Standing there, Sentinel realized what he had just done, what had happened to him. A nightmare. Was it even possible for synthetics to have such experiences. He had almost killed both people, a reaction to something unexpected.
Reattaching the cannons to his legs, he kneeled and began purging his systems of glitches and malware. Finding nothing perplexed him. Even accounting for the changes that had occurred yesterday- which he still had not come to terms with- a nightmare was not something a synthetic should be experiencing.
Slowly making his way over back to Megahertz, he sat facing her, gazing. Thinking. Affection pulsed slowly, overcoming the other systems. Reaching out, he placed a hand lightly on her hair running the metal fingers through. What he would not give to be able to feel. A knocking came from the door, and he withdrew quickly. Accessing the ship systems, he saw a Snek standing there, hands folded patiently.
Walking over to Clockwork, he tapped the fellow synthetic. Waiting until after he woke, Sentinel said "I'm not sure if this is for you, but there is a Snek outside the door. If Megahertz asks where I am, tell her she can find me where I feel yesterday. Striding away, he exited the house through a back door before turning off to stroll through the early day gloom.
The setting changes from Stratevaria Galaxy to F.S.S. Realta Nua
Gelon gasped heavier as the syringe is kicked away even louder as he was stabbed 'revenge? Betrayal? For fun?' Gelon though but that soon changed as his strength is regained and Boris hologram appears and heard him talk. Once Boris was done Gelon snickered "you know, you saved a man who is always fighting with death, so I hope this new kind of nanobots can last longer then my old ones and if that is the case I hope it's forever" he said and sit up as the map was shown. Gelon grabbed an empty syringe and put it on a place on the map "it's here the shape of the ground is different and a pilot would choose it since the ship survival is higher" gelon said and stood up then put his arm back on "you might think I'm crazy or insane, I think so as well but I always deliver and I guess you figured out what I want as my special payment. And if you think these nanobots I guessed wrong" Gelon said and grab a cigarette
Clockwork's yellow visor slowly lit up and he raised his head as Sentinel woke him up, oblivious to the knocking on the door and Sentinel's catapult nightmare seconds ago.
"....A Snek? Huh...could it be....", he whispered, but did not finish his sentence. He did not like making assumptions. He then turned to look at Megahertz slowly, and proceeded to tease Sentinel a bit. "Geeze. All the feels, Sentinel. All the feels~"
Megahertz remained asleep on the couch, a peaceful expression on her face.
Clockwork opened the front door, bobbing his head back a little in surprise at his presence. He would question where Ciril got the address from, but considering Ciril, he wondered if he'd get much of an answer...
"Ah! Ciril....you must be here for Byatis." Clockwork stated simply, before turning around, and gestured him to follow while whispering. "Come in, but don't be loud....at least two of us are still sleeping~"
He led Ciril pass the living room, and towards the stairs, heading up towards the second floor. He then proceeded to open the doors to the various rooms one by one. "....Nope." "Not this one" "...Uhh..I'm sure he's in the next one." "....Not this either? Damn."
"........He's hogging the biggest room, isn't he.", Clockwork stated, deadpan, as he stood in front of the master bedroom. He slowly reached for the doorknob...and opened it.
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The upper class was quite pleasant this time in the morning. Only Sentinel seem to be awake this early.....in the upper class living quarters exteriors, at least. With the artificial sky above and the rows and rows of comfortable housing, this place looked more like an Osenian suburb than the cabins of a spaceship.
Eventually, he made his way to the park, though he was rather early. In the middle of the park, men and women in black shirts were seen moving around large equipment, such as speakers and chairs, in front of a medium-sized stage. The stage was a bright teal, with bushes of rose decorating the edges. Like in the upper class living quarters exteriors, there's not many people around, and most of them were either the stage hands or joggers looking for a quick morning exercise. Because of this, one can still feel the tranquility of the natural park.
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Boris chuckled at Gelon's statement, before smirking with his eyes closed. "This new type of nanobots are still in the testing process, so you let me know."
Boris and That Woman looked at where Gelon pointed, with Boris nodding, letting out an impressed "Hmmmmm."
The two looked at Gelon as he stood up, with Boris looking perplexed.
"...I assume you want the ship?", Boris asked, unsure.
"....A Snek? Huh...could it be....", he whispered, but did not finish his sentence. He did not like making assumptions. He then turned to look at Megahertz slowly, and proceeded to tease Sentinel a bit. "Geeze. All the feels, Sentinel. All the feels~"
Megahertz remained asleep on the couch, a peaceful expression on her face.
Clockwork opened the front door, bobbing his head back a little in surprise at his presence. He would question where Ciril got the address from, but considering Ciril, he wondered if he'd get much of an answer...
"Ah! Ciril....you must be here for Byatis." Clockwork stated simply, before turning around, and gestured him to follow while whispering. "Come in, but don't be loud....at least two of us are still sleeping~"
He led Ciril pass the living room, and towards the stairs, heading up towards the second floor. He then proceeded to open the doors to the various rooms one by one. "....Nope." "Not this one" "...Uhh..I'm sure he's in the next one." "....Not this either? Damn."
"........He's hogging the biggest room, isn't he.", Clockwork stated, deadpan, as he stood in front of the master bedroom. He slowly reached for the doorknob...and opened it.
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The upper class was quite pleasant this time in the morning. Only Sentinel seem to be awake this early.....in the upper class living quarters exteriors, at least. With the artificial sky above and the rows and rows of comfortable housing, this place looked more like an Osenian suburb than the cabins of a spaceship.
Eventually, he made his way to the park, though he was rather early. In the middle of the park, men and women in black shirts were seen moving around large equipment, such as speakers and chairs, in front of a medium-sized stage. The stage was a bright teal, with bushes of rose decorating the edges. Like in the upper class living quarters exteriors, there's not many people around, and most of them were either the stage hands or joggers looking for a quick morning exercise. Because of this, one can still feel the tranquility of the natural park.
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Boris chuckled at Gelon's statement, before smirking with his eyes closed. "This new type of nanobots are still in the testing process, so you let me know."
Boris and That Woman looked at where Gelon pointed, with Boris nodding, letting out an impressed "Hmmmmm."
The two looked at Gelon as he stood up, with Boris looking perplexed.
"...I assume you want the ship?", Boris asked, unsure.
"no, if I wanted a ship I would have got one earlier" gelon said and lit the cigarette "but I will let you figure it out" he said and pick up the syringes "but if the pilot wanted to save the crew more then the ship he would have crashed earlier so the ship would 'bounce' damaging the ship " gelon said and grab a chair for him and that woman
The setting changes from Stratevaria Galaxy to F.S.S. Realta Nua
Boris chuckled at Gelon's vague replies. "Well, I happen to be a genius. I'm sure I'll figure it out."
That Woman sat down next to Gelon, seemingly slightly more comfortable with him now...though not by much.
Boris folded his arms. "I see.....well. You should prepare yourself, then. No time like the present. The sooner you can discover the ship and its vital information, the better we can prepare ourselves against GEHENNA", Boris claimed with a smile.
That Woman sat down next to Gelon, seemingly slightly more comfortable with him now...though not by much.
Boris folded his arms. "I see.....well. You should prepare yourself, then. No time like the present. The sooner you can discover the ship and its vital information, the better we can prepare ourselves against GEHENNA", Boris claimed with a smile.
"yeah, if my team at least trusts me enough cause I can feel the hostility from them" gelon said and exhaled the smoke "but tell me how does this data help against GEHENNA? Cause this is the first time this entity appeared" gelon said and protect his eyes as the lights of the training center turned on
Byatis had a rather peaceful nap. He didn't move from the bed all night, nor did he make a single sound when he slept. His towering body was on the master bed for so long, his weight made the bed dip a little. But suddenly he heard his door being opened slowly and all six of his eyes shot open, and stared at the ones who entered his room. It was just the purple synthetic who called itself Clockwork, and an unfamiliar face. A short, well everyone is short to Byatis, blue organic creature. It was some sort of beastman? He had never seen, nor hunted, this variant before.
Byatis groaned a bit and pushed himself up with his arms, stretching his back, before going back into his sleeping position. His eyes were locked on the Snek. He took note of the odd weapons coiled around his legs. "What? What is it? Whaddya want?" Byatis asked bluntly. "Is there something on my face? Or...is it...my face."
Byatis groaned a bit and pushed himself up with his arms, stretching his back, before going back into his sleeping position. His eyes were locked on the Snek. He took note of the odd weapons coiled around his legs. "What? What is it? Whaddya want?" Byatis asked bluntly. "Is there something on my face? Or...is it...my face."
Having slept peacefully that night, Lekan was well-rested and ready to face the new day. He figured that, if he had the time, he could probably give that repair bay a more thorough search and see about working from there. His thoughts were interrupted by a public broadcast from the ship's PA system. Apparently they would be making a stop at Dagojouiise for a while, which did mean a good opportunity to head to the planet's surface with Quin and see if they could get some supplies on the cheap with the money he had earned yesterday. The announcement went on to say that there would be a concert taking place in the park later in the day, with none other than the famous Interstellar Rose, of all people!
By the time Quin saw Lekan that morning, the sheer glee in his eyes was obvious. While he didn't particularly follow up on any bands or singers, the Ondari had listened to some music during his travels, and enjoyed a fair bit of it. Besides, it was a free concert. Really, how could anyone pass that up?
"Good morning, Quin," Lekan said. "I was thinking of going to the park for a bit to pass the time. You may accompany me if you wish." Admittedly part of him wanted to watch the stuff for the concert being set up, but he was also hoping that the park would be much quieter than it had been when he and the others first came on the ship.
By the time Quin saw Lekan that morning, the sheer glee in his eyes was obvious. While he didn't particularly follow up on any bands or singers, the Ondari had listened to some music during his travels, and enjoyed a fair bit of it. Besides, it was a free concert. Really, how could anyone pass that up?
"Good morning, Quin," Lekan said. "I was thinking of going to the park for a bit to pass the time. You may accompany me if you wish." Admittedly part of him wanted to watch the stuff for the concert being set up, but he was also hoping that the park would be much quieter than it had been when he and the others first came on the ship.
Boris folded his arms and nodded. "I have faith in your abilities, Gelon Deskovitch. That is why I am promoting you to team leader. They don't have to like you....but they will have to learn to work with you.", He said matter-of-factly.
In response to Gelon's question, Boris stated calmly, "The medical data in the ship contains vital information about a new type of healing paste that my company is developing. I imagine that when fighting GEHENNA, we could use all the help we need."
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Quin was already awake when Lekan woke up, flexing the mandibles on her arm cannons. She nodded at his greeting, and listened to him talk. "That is agreeable." She floated off the bed, and followed Lekan out of the lower class cabins.
Plenty of people were already awake when they got out. Many of them seem to be able-bodied men and women, with experience in their eyes and muscles. Veterans just like Mosa's company and Quin. Quite the contrast from the inexperienced Lekan. Most of them are Federaionists; humans, synthetics, insectoids....though an odd few Beastmen here and there were visible.
By the time they arrive at the park, the stage crew was done with preparing for the show. Rows and rows of chairs lined up in front of the stage, with quite a few people already taking seats. As they hover, Quin caught sight of the familiar Sentinel. She proceeded to poke at Lekan with her right arm and point at Sentinel with her left one, not in the mood to say things out loud.
In response to Gelon's question, Boris stated calmly, "The medical data in the ship contains vital information about a new type of healing paste that my company is developing. I imagine that when fighting GEHENNA, we could use all the help we need."
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Quin was already awake when Lekan woke up, flexing the mandibles on her arm cannons. She nodded at his greeting, and listened to him talk. "That is agreeable." She floated off the bed, and followed Lekan out of the lower class cabins.
Plenty of people were already awake when they got out. Many of them seem to be able-bodied men and women, with experience in their eyes and muscles. Veterans just like Mosa's company and Quin. Quite the contrast from the inexperienced Lekan. Most of them are Federaionists; humans, synthetics, insectoids....though an odd few Beastmen here and there were visible.
By the time they arrive at the park, the stage crew was done with preparing for the show. Rows and rows of chairs lined up in front of the stage, with quite a few people already taking seats. As they hover, Quin caught sight of the familiar Sentinel. She proceeded to poke at Lekan with her right arm and point at Sentinel with her left one, not in the mood to say things out loud.
Keeton awakens from the sound of footsteps in the hallway outside the door, and then the door opening. The light beating onto his face like an unpleasant day of sunlight. His head roared with pain and his body was suffering from withdrawal, in short Keeton had dranken way too much.
He slowly slumps out of bed heading to the coffee machine. After making a nice cup of joe, Keeton pulls out his flask and attempts to pour whatever is inside into the mug, nothing seems to happen. After thoroughly examining the inside of the flask, Keeton finnally becomes aware of his surroundings, not lower neopolis. He drops his cup in utter disbelief as to where he is the realta nua, one of the most advanced piece of technology in the galaxy. The mug shatters on the ground and spills its remains all over the floor. After pulling on his old boots Keeton heads out of his unit and starts to wander around the ship ooing and awwing at the mysterious beast.
He slowly slumps out of bed heading to the coffee machine. After making a nice cup of joe, Keeton pulls out his flask and attempts to pour whatever is inside into the mug, nothing seems to happen. After thoroughly examining the inside of the flask, Keeton finnally becomes aware of his surroundings, not lower neopolis. He drops his cup in utter disbelief as to where he is the realta nua, one of the most advanced piece of technology in the galaxy. The mug shatters on the ground and spills its remains all over the floor. After pulling on his old boots Keeton heads out of his unit and starts to wander around the ship ooing and awwing at the mysterious beast.
Gelon nodded and stood up "yes you are correct at that, every bit helps if it can help defeat GEHENNA, I wish you two a nice day sir Boris and miss" Gelon said and went to his team to give him a piece of his mind cause how dare they let him die even when he asked them to keep an eye on him before he left. And if that giant icicle was gonna act big or smug he was gone teach him some manners and the same counted for Vlad, even when he is the team leader now
Leaving the dwelling, Sentinel barely took notice of the rows upon rows of houses, marching along the terraces. He marveled at the fact that so much could be built inside a ship. It was literally a flying city. Small compared to the ones existing around the galaxy, but a city none the less. Who had commissioned the liner? The expenses must have been massive, so no normal person could have done it. No one could have expected this situation to occur, but it was possible the Realta Nua had been built simply as a means to try and enter Megido. Though a simple military frigate could have done the job as easily as the massive vessel Sentinel was currently on.
Holding true to his previous words, he continued on towards the park in which he had ended up yesterday. Turning his thoughts back to himself, it finally settled in what he had done this morning. He had openly displayed, if not quite love, deep affection towards Alphard. Remembering the event brought trembling. While he may not have been capable of feeling touch as living creatures did, he could still register a variety of physical states. It had been silk running through his fingers, making him realize her beauty even further. Thinking back to his statement about giving anything to be able to feel as the living did, he agreed with himself to an extent. Not anything, but he would certainly go to a great extent.
Reaching the park, he noticed that various workers were bustling with equipment, setting up what seemed to be a stage. There had been an announcement about a concert. The Interstellar Rose, was it? He had certainly heard about her various times before. One of the most famous musicians in the galaxy if he remembered correctly. Maybe he would go see it. With Alphard.
Other than the workers, people were sparse, and he did not expect anyone he knew to be there. But to his surprise- and mild bemusement- Lekan and Quin were in the park as well. Quin noticed him, pointing towards Sentinel as she gained Lekan's attention. With no way to hide, it would be rude and suspicious if he attempted to avoid the pair. Nothing to do except approach them, it seemed. Though he could wait until they came to him. Not much of a difference. "Good morning Lekan, Quin," he said as he reached them. bowing. "Again, I thank you for you services yesterday. I do not know what would have happened had you not been near. One step closer to our journey it seems. Have you ever been to Dagojouiise before?"
Holding true to his previous words, he continued on towards the park in which he had ended up yesterday. Turning his thoughts back to himself, it finally settled in what he had done this morning. He had openly displayed, if not quite love, deep affection towards Alphard. Remembering the event brought trembling. While he may not have been capable of feeling touch as living creatures did, he could still register a variety of physical states. It had been silk running through his fingers, making him realize her beauty even further. Thinking back to his statement about giving anything to be able to feel as the living did, he agreed with himself to an extent. Not anything, but he would certainly go to a great extent.
Reaching the park, he noticed that various workers were bustling with equipment, setting up what seemed to be a stage. There had been an announcement about a concert. The Interstellar Rose, was it? He had certainly heard about her various times before. One of the most famous musicians in the galaxy if he remembered correctly. Maybe he would go see it. With Alphard.
Other than the workers, people were sparse, and he did not expect anyone he knew to be there. But to his surprise- and mild bemusement- Lekan and Quin were in the park as well. Quin noticed him, pointing towards Sentinel as she gained Lekan's attention. With no way to hide, it would be rude and suspicious if he attempted to avoid the pair. Nothing to do except approach them, it seemed. Though he could wait until they came to him. Not much of a difference. "Good morning Lekan, Quin," he said as he reached them. bowing. "Again, I thank you for you services yesterday. I do not know what would have happened had you not been near. One step closer to our journey it seems. Have you ever been to Dagojouiise before?"
Spending time in the park when it was a lot quieter was, unsurprisingly, a lot more pleasant than the last time. With fewer people around, Lekan was able to take in more detail from a glance. Practically all of them looked like they had experience in combat. Some even had scars. How many of them were veterans of the war? It made the Ondari feel so out of place, being among these people, but it wasn't so bad with Quin. She was another veteran, yes, but she also had faith in him. He didn't want to let her down.
His train of thought was promptly interrupted when Quin began poking him and pointing out someone. That someone turned out to be the synthetic from yesterday, who had noticed them in turn. "Good morning to you too. It's nice that we meet again under more agreeable circumstances," said Lekan. "I haven't been to Dagojouiise before, no, but I do know that it's unbearably hot and... well, I'll just try and keep to the shade." Being an alien that originated from a watery home, he was certainly not looking forward to the hot, arid climate.
"Ah, I almost forgot! You and your Ishkavi friend didn't introduce yourselves," he added. "Speaking of which, where is she?"
His train of thought was promptly interrupted when Quin began poking him and pointing out someone. That someone turned out to be the synthetic from yesterday, who had noticed them in turn. "Good morning to you too. It's nice that we meet again under more agreeable circumstances," said Lekan. "I haven't been to Dagojouiise before, no, but I do know that it's unbearably hot and... well, I'll just try and keep to the shade." Being an alien that originated from a watery home, he was certainly not looking forward to the hot, arid climate.
"Ah, I almost forgot! You and your Ishkavi friend didn't introduce yourselves," he added. "Speaking of which, where is she?"
As K2 walk around the ship, he suddenly bumped into something cold. Big. Heavy.
Thud!
"Hey! Watch where you goin'!", a loud, rude and harsh voice.
In front of K2 is an enormous tower of an elemental man. His body seemingly crafted out of massive shards of ice, with a glowing red orb on his abdomen. His single orange eye glared down at K2, its burning gaze contrasting quite heavily to the rest of his ice-cold body.
As the man of ice stared closely at K2, he suddenly tilted his head. "Wait...."
"...I know you....", he whispered.
He stood back, and dramatically pointed one of his sharp, huge fingers at K2. "...You owe a HELL lotta money to Drakov Industries, don't you?! I saw your face on the wanted posters!", the ice man shouted, quite loudly in the middle of this still-vacant morning ship.
----
Boris nodded, and That Woman bowed at Gelon as he walked away. Boris' hologram disappeared, and That Woman lingers her gaze at the one-armed mercenary. After hesitating for a bit, she shouted out, "Stay safe!!", before turning around and leaving herself.
Back at his team house, Gelon can see Vlad exiting out of the front door, holding her helmet under her right arm. As she closed the door, she caught sight of Gelon. "Deskovitch!", Vlad said out loud, slightly surprised.
"...Where the hell were you all night? Me and Ridley was getting worried when you didn't turn up this morning!" Her tone seemed genuine, if slightly annoyed.
She glanced to the side, her gaze slightly weakening. "...I...apologize....for my words last night. I may have been too harsh."
----
Quin let out a simple nod when Sentinel addressed her, not being much for words. "Dagojouiise has sand, but no beaches. Unless you count the lava beaches. But most would not.", Quin blurted out.
She then looked away, and whispered to herself while narrowing her eyes, "Terrible vacation destination." Lekan and Sentinel could almost see a dark aura surrounding her. "Good for frying burgers, though.", Quin suddenly said as she looked back at the two.
"Attention, passengers of the Realta Nua, this is your Captain speaking. I'd like to inform you that we have arrived at the Northern Dagojouiise Spaceport. We hope you enjoy your stay here. The ship will remain grounded until 11 PM North Marudasian time tonight.
Also, the Interstellar Rose concert will be starting in 20 minutes, so grab some food and drinks, and enjoy the show. Thank you for flying NRVNSQR Airline, we hope you will have a pleasant day!"
...Already landed. Even Quin seemed surprise. This ship is so advanced, so smooth, so...stable....that they didn't even feel any turbulence on the way down. The artificial sky took their focus away from the very few windows that connect them to the world outside. This is truly a sophisticated ship.
Thud!
"Hey! Watch where you goin'!", a loud, rude and harsh voice.
In front of K2 is an enormous tower of an elemental man. His body seemingly crafted out of massive shards of ice, with a glowing red orb on his abdomen. His single orange eye glared down at K2, its burning gaze contrasting quite heavily to the rest of his ice-cold body.
As the man of ice stared closely at K2, he suddenly tilted his head. "Wait...."
"...I know you....", he whispered.
He stood back, and dramatically pointed one of his sharp, huge fingers at K2. "...You owe a HELL lotta money to Drakov Industries, don't you?! I saw your face on the wanted posters!", the ice man shouted, quite loudly in the middle of this still-vacant morning ship.
----
Boris nodded, and That Woman bowed at Gelon as he walked away. Boris' hologram disappeared, and That Woman lingers her gaze at the one-armed mercenary. After hesitating for a bit, she shouted out, "Stay safe!!", before turning around and leaving herself.
Back at his team house, Gelon can see Vlad exiting out of the front door, holding her helmet under her right arm. As she closed the door, she caught sight of Gelon. "Deskovitch!", Vlad said out loud, slightly surprised.
"...Where the hell were you all night? Me and Ridley was getting worried when you didn't turn up this morning!" Her tone seemed genuine, if slightly annoyed.
She glanced to the side, her gaze slightly weakening. "...I...apologize....for my words last night. I may have been too harsh."
----
Quin let out a simple nod when Sentinel addressed her, not being much for words. "Dagojouiise has sand, but no beaches. Unless you count the lava beaches. But most would not.", Quin blurted out.
She then looked away, and whispered to herself while narrowing her eyes, "Terrible vacation destination." Lekan and Sentinel could almost see a dark aura surrounding her. "Good for frying burgers, though.", Quin suddenly said as she looked back at the two.
"Attention, passengers of the Realta Nua, this is your Captain speaking. I'd like to inform you that we have arrived at the Northern Dagojouiise Spaceport. We hope you enjoy your stay here. The ship will remain grounded until 11 PM North Marudasian time tonight.
Also, the Interstellar Rose concert will be starting in 20 minutes, so grab some food and drinks, and enjoy the show. Thank you for flying NRVNSQR Airline, we hope you will have a pleasant day!"
...Already landed. Even Quin seemed surprise. This ship is so advanced, so smooth, so...stable....that they didn't even feel any turbulence on the way down. The artificial sky took their focus away from the very few windows that connect them to the world outside. This is truly a sophisticated ship.
"yeah you were, and I told you two where I was at, the training center and asked both of you to check on me, if it wasn't for Boris's assistant I would have died looking like a druggie!" Gelon said slightly mad and push the door open to their room "now where is that huge icicle? I need to learn him to show some respect, he might be big but that doesn't give him the right to be a jerk, I even beat it in to him if I need to" gelon said and clench his fists "oh by the way Boris made me team leader but you can see me as how you want, either that or a team mate" gelon told Vled as he throw his old cigarette away and light a new one
The jolly rojer hand cannon sits in front of the abnoxious sleeping megahertz waiting for her to awaken.
Keeton, having not even the slightest clue as to where he is going, accidently walks into a big man made of ice. On collision he falls to one knee, the encounter had worsened the hangover. He stumbled back up as the creature yelled at him making his head hurt even more. "Hey man it was a total..." Keeton stares back at the figure in disbelief, oh fuck it's ridley. Everyone knew the infamous frosted mercenary who had killed many pirates who had swindled Darkov industries. It was said his gaze could drive a person to the brink of insanity, I say they were full of shit. Now knowing what he was up against, Keeton put his hand on his blade and readied to draw the weapon as he uttered with an evil grin.
"Chill out!"
Keeton, having not even the slightest clue as to where he is going, accidently walks into a big man made of ice. On collision he falls to one knee, the encounter had worsened the hangover. He stumbled back up as the creature yelled at him making his head hurt even more. "Hey man it was a total..." Keeton stares back at the figure in disbelief, oh fuck it's ridley. Everyone knew the infamous frosted mercenary who had killed many pirates who had swindled Darkov industries. It was said his gaze could drive a person to the brink of insanity, I say they were full of shit. Now knowing what he was up against, Keeton put his hand on his blade and readied to draw the weapon as he uttered with an evil grin.
"Chill out!"
Roza's eyes leisurely slid open as she woke up to a new day. She gazed at the artificial sunlight that was streaming into her line of sight, busily collecting her thoughts together into something remotely coherent. That's right, she was on the ship. She was on the ship headed to Dagojouiise. She was on a ship because she had a job to do.
She dragged herself out of bed, yawning and stretching. Putting on her clothes, she looked out of the window. It was late enough in the morning that people were outside and walking around, grabbing breakfast and chatting with each other about what a wonderful day this was or whatever else people talked about in the morning. Looking around her modestly sized cabin (which was sparse of anything other then the furniture, thanks to this whole trip being so last minute) then glanced out the window, contemplating weather or not she should go outside and actually do something. On one hand, she was hungry and some coffee sounded great right about now, but on the other hand...on the other hand... she really couldn't think of a decent reason to stay, so she guessed it meant that she was going to go outside.
Grabbing her satchel, along with her bow and arrows (she had learned during her childhood to never go anywhere without them) she went outside. The light gave off a slightly pleasant warmth to her skin, and the whole setting just felt strangely calm, with no breezes or danger of any kind, just a bunch of people strolling around in their pleasant moods. Usually, this meant that something was going to happen.
And right on cue, the loudspeakers came on, announcing that they had finally landed. A dull sort of feeling came about her. It had been a (long) while since she had left the place. She had kind of forgotten what made her leave it in the first place. She had also forgotten why she had reservations about leaving it back then, too. In truth, she didn't really feel anything about it other than a small sense of foreboding and an even smaller (like, insequentially tiny) feeling of homesickness.
Roza looked into her bag, and sighed when she realized that she was missing a majority of the survival essentials needed for this planet. She had some money left over from her previous job, as well as at least a few hours before she had to get off the ship, so she went in search of the nearest general store she could find on the ship
She dragged herself out of bed, yawning and stretching. Putting on her clothes, she looked out of the window. It was late enough in the morning that people were outside and walking around, grabbing breakfast and chatting with each other about what a wonderful day this was or whatever else people talked about in the morning. Looking around her modestly sized cabin (which was sparse of anything other then the furniture, thanks to this whole trip being so last minute) then glanced out the window, contemplating weather or not she should go outside and actually do something. On one hand, she was hungry and some coffee sounded great right about now, but on the other hand...on the other hand... she really couldn't think of a decent reason to stay, so she guessed it meant that she was going to go outside.
Grabbing her satchel, along with her bow and arrows (she had learned during her childhood to never go anywhere without them) she went outside. The light gave off a slightly pleasant warmth to her skin, and the whole setting just felt strangely calm, with no breezes or danger of any kind, just a bunch of people strolling around in their pleasant moods. Usually, this meant that something was going to happen.
And right on cue, the loudspeakers came on, announcing that they had finally landed. A dull sort of feeling came about her. It had been a (long) while since she had left the place. She had kind of forgotten what made her leave it in the first place. She had also forgotten why she had reservations about leaving it back then, too. In truth, she didn't really feel anything about it other than a small sense of foreboding and an even smaller (like, insequentially tiny) feeling of homesickness.
Roza looked into her bag, and sighed when she realized that she was missing a majority of the survival essentials needed for this planet. She had some money left over from her previous job, as well as at least a few hours before she had to get off the ship, so she went in search of the nearest general store she could find on the ship
As he listened to Quin and Lekan's responses, he thought about Quin's reaction. Why had she seemed to go dark for a second? It was almost as if an...aura...of shadow had momentarily passed over her, obscuring her futures. It may have simply been her changing colors but it could also have been something more. Despite this question, he chuckled at her comment about burgers. "It would certainly would easy to grill them," he answered.
Turning back towards Lekan, he said, "Forgive me for not introducing myself earlier. I go by the name Sentinel, while she goes by Megahertz. As to where she is, she is resting." As the announcement came on, he realized that the concert was in twenty minutes. Maybe Alphard would like to watch it, he thought. Addressing the pair, he stated, "That reminds me, I have business to see to. It has been nice talking to you again. Farewell." With that, he bowed once again and headed back towards the house in which he was staying for the moment. An interesting pairing, an Ondari and a Genesior. Certainly not one he would have expected. Genesiors were natural warriors, and while Ondari certainly were not lacking in combat skills, Lekan didn't seem like the fighting type. Maybe he had done something to acquire her respect or appreciation. Much like he had done with Megahertz.
Remembering the cloak which he had stored in a compartment earlier in the day, he decided to check as to its condition. Releasing a lock, a plate slid open and the piece of fabric popped out. What was left of it. While before the cloak had been able to extend all the way past his feet so as to trail slightly, it was now no longer than the small of his back. Fire must have consumed part of it when the missile hit him during the battle with the Gunsevers. Or maybe his unexpected shutdown had caused some sparks to ignite the piece. Either way, it was now useless. Or was it? The clasp was not damaged, and neither was the hood other than a few singed pieces around the edge. While no longer serving to conceal completely, maybe it could still help when he needed to be discreet about something. Wrapping up the cloth, he restored it to the compartment before arriving back at the house.
Opening the door, he saw that Megahertz was still asleep. To still be there meant she must have been exhausted yesterday. It would have been taxing to almost any biological creature. Wondering whether Byatis, Clockwork, and the Snek were still there after all this time, he crouched once again in front of Megahertz. Reaching out a hand to shake her slightly, he whispered, "Alphard, wake up."
Turning back towards Lekan, he said, "Forgive me for not introducing myself earlier. I go by the name Sentinel, while she goes by Megahertz. As to where she is, she is resting." As the announcement came on, he realized that the concert was in twenty minutes. Maybe Alphard would like to watch it, he thought. Addressing the pair, he stated, "That reminds me, I have business to see to. It has been nice talking to you again. Farewell." With that, he bowed once again and headed back towards the house in which he was staying for the moment. An interesting pairing, an Ondari and a Genesior. Certainly not one he would have expected. Genesiors were natural warriors, and while Ondari certainly were not lacking in combat skills, Lekan didn't seem like the fighting type. Maybe he had done something to acquire her respect or appreciation. Much like he had done with Megahertz.
Remembering the cloak which he had stored in a compartment earlier in the day, he decided to check as to its condition. Releasing a lock, a plate slid open and the piece of fabric popped out. What was left of it. While before the cloak had been able to extend all the way past his feet so as to trail slightly, it was now no longer than the small of his back. Fire must have consumed part of it when the missile hit him during the battle with the Gunsevers. Or maybe his unexpected shutdown had caused some sparks to ignite the piece. Either way, it was now useless. Or was it? The clasp was not damaged, and neither was the hood other than a few singed pieces around the edge. While no longer serving to conceal completely, maybe it could still help when he needed to be discreet about something. Wrapping up the cloth, he restored it to the compartment before arriving back at the house.
Opening the door, he saw that Megahertz was still asleep. To still be there meant she must have been exhausted yesterday. It would have been taxing to almost any biological creature. Wondering whether Byatis, Clockwork, and the Snek were still there after all this time, he crouched once again in front of Megahertz. Reaching out a hand to shake her slightly, he whispered, "Alphard, wake up."
Vlad listened to Gelon. As he spoke, her eyes quickly turned from sympathetic to cold again. She glared at him as if he was an annoyance. "I didn't realize the mighty Gelon would need babysitters.", Vlad remarked snidely.
She turned around, not bothering to follow Gelon as he checked the rooms. "Don't waste your time with Ridley, he's going to catch up with us later." She did a double take when Gelon mentioned him being officially elected team leader, and shook her head while whispering; "What does Boris see in you..."
She sighed and folded her arms, glaring at Gelon still. "Well, 'team leader', I suggest we stop wasting time and head down to salvage the crashed ship. I was about to go without you, but you are here now, so let's go. Perhaps you can prove to me your effectiveness in this mission."
Vlad walked towards a nearby cylindrical elevator, and used it to head down to Dagojouiise. The trip took about five minutes, and Vlad stayed quiet all the way down, scowling as she stood next to Gelon.
Eventually they reach the surface of the Desert Planet. The elevator hissed open, and Vlad walked out. Around them is the rocky deserts of Dagojouiise. In the distance, great, mighty canyons can be seen. Vulture-like giant birds flew up high, letting out a distinctive cry as they soar through the arid skies. Here and there, patches of cacti were visible in the dry plains, giving a little color to an otherwise brown and drab desert. Vlad looked at Gelon, and shrugged. "Well, 'team leader'. Lead the way."
The deserts of North Dagojouiise are teeming with dangerous beasts that could sting, crush, slice, or stab you to death. Best be careful.
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"....."
A dramatic silence.
Ridley's eye moved slightly to the left and up in his cross-like visor, making it look like he was glaring as the rim of the visor obstructed half of the eye.
"You just made a big mistake.", Ridley whispered as he held back his left hand. A cold wind surrounded his palm, and suddenly, a massive shield, wider than K2 and half his height, was magically formed. Ridley lets out a roar which sounded like grinding ice, before taking a step forward and bashing K2 with his shield.
WHACK!
The sheer force of the hit was enough to send him tumbling through the air and smashing against a wall....before sliding down to the floor.
Ridley proceeded to crack his 'neck', and walked slowly towards K2. He puts an emphasis on every heavy, steady step. It was as if Ridley was an executioner marching to finish K2 off. Before he got too close, Ridley took a long and big step forward, and then another, the second step allowing him to jump high into the air. Above him, Ridley's huge frame casted an equally large shadow on K2...a shadow which became bigger and bigger as he fell, leaning to his left while holding the shield, threatening to elbow drop the poor hungover pirate with his massive shield.
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Thankfully, this ship, being the small city it practically is, has a very handy and to-the-point general store in the marketplace. Titled simply "Charlie's Ornaments" in big, brown, friendly-looking letters, it looked quite inviting. Since it was quite early, Roza did not have to deal with overly long lines.
The owner of the store was a quiet old man, who greeted Roza with a warm smile and a nod as she entered. His store was very tidy and organized. Nearly everything was here - food, medicine, weapons, shrunken heads - anything and everything to prepare an adventurer. An old radio was playing a cheesy old music from a world long gone. It definitely sounded like something the old man would listen to. He waited patiently at the cashier as Roza browsed his goods.
----
Quin nodded at Sentinel as he bid them farewell, staying quiet as she watched him leave.
Megahertz stirred a bit as Sentinel shook her, the tentacles on the side of her head wriggling and moving about, before she raised her head and looked at Sentinel in the eye.
"Unnfff...Sentinel...?", she whispered, still rather sleepy. Despite that, she complied, sitting up and yawning, before rubbing her eyes and mumbling, "Mmmm...good morning...". When she isn't yelling, screaming, ranting, or shrieking, she actually sounds rather sweet. And slightly older, but that might be cause she tends to go up several pitches when mad.
She looked up at Sentinel curiously. "What is it...? You're not gonna break down on me again, are you?", she asked with a slightly teasing tone.
She then glanced to the side, and caught sight of K2's Jelly Roger. She rubbed her face with both her hands and groaned, her voice muffled a bit. "Right...I have to fix that pirate's junk....."
She turned around, not bothering to follow Gelon as he checked the rooms. "Don't waste your time with Ridley, he's going to catch up with us later." She did a double take when Gelon mentioned him being officially elected team leader, and shook her head while whispering; "What does Boris see in you..."
She sighed and folded her arms, glaring at Gelon still. "Well, 'team leader', I suggest we stop wasting time and head down to salvage the crashed ship. I was about to go without you, but you are here now, so let's go. Perhaps you can prove to me your effectiveness in this mission."
Vlad walked towards a nearby cylindrical elevator, and used it to head down to Dagojouiise. The trip took about five minutes, and Vlad stayed quiet all the way down, scowling as she stood next to Gelon.
Eventually they reach the surface of the Desert Planet. The elevator hissed open, and Vlad walked out. Around them is the rocky deserts of Dagojouiise. In the distance, great, mighty canyons can be seen. Vulture-like giant birds flew up high, letting out a distinctive cry as they soar through the arid skies. Here and there, patches of cacti were visible in the dry plains, giving a little color to an otherwise brown and drab desert. Vlad looked at Gelon, and shrugged. "Well, 'team leader'. Lead the way."
The deserts of North Dagojouiise are teeming with dangerous beasts that could sting, crush, slice, or stab you to death. Best be careful.
----
"....."
A dramatic silence.
Ridley's eye moved slightly to the left and up in his cross-like visor, making it look like he was glaring as the rim of the visor obstructed half of the eye.
"You just made a big mistake.", Ridley whispered as he held back his left hand. A cold wind surrounded his palm, and suddenly, a massive shield, wider than K2 and half his height, was magically formed. Ridley lets out a roar which sounded like grinding ice, before taking a step forward and bashing K2 with his shield.
WHACK!
The sheer force of the hit was enough to send him tumbling through the air and smashing against a wall....before sliding down to the floor.
Ridley proceeded to crack his 'neck', and walked slowly towards K2. He puts an emphasis on every heavy, steady step. It was as if Ridley was an executioner marching to finish K2 off. Before he got too close, Ridley took a long and big step forward, and then another, the second step allowing him to jump high into the air. Above him, Ridley's huge frame casted an equally large shadow on K2...a shadow which became bigger and bigger as he fell, leaning to his left while holding the shield, threatening to elbow drop the poor hungover pirate with his massive shield.
----
Thankfully, this ship, being the small city it practically is, has a very handy and to-the-point general store in the marketplace. Titled simply "Charlie's Ornaments" in big, brown, friendly-looking letters, it looked quite inviting. Since it was quite early, Roza did not have to deal with overly long lines.
The owner of the store was a quiet old man, who greeted Roza with a warm smile and a nod as she entered. His store was very tidy and organized. Nearly everything was here - food, medicine, weapons, shrunken heads - anything and everything to prepare an adventurer. An old radio was playing a cheesy old music from a world long gone. It definitely sounded like something the old man would listen to. He waited patiently at the cashier as Roza browsed his goods.
----
Quin nodded at Sentinel as he bid them farewell, staying quiet as she watched him leave.
Megahertz stirred a bit as Sentinel shook her, the tentacles on the side of her head wriggling and moving about, before she raised her head and looked at Sentinel in the eye.
"Unnfff...Sentinel...?", she whispered, still rather sleepy. Despite that, she complied, sitting up and yawning, before rubbing her eyes and mumbling, "Mmmm...good morning...". When she isn't yelling, screaming, ranting, or shrieking, she actually sounds rather sweet. And slightly older, but that might be cause she tends to go up several pitches when mad.
She looked up at Sentinel curiously. "What is it...? You're not gonna break down on me again, are you?", she asked with a slightly teasing tone.
She then glanced to the side, and caught sight of K2's Jelly Roger. She rubbed her face with both her hands and groaned, her voice muffled a bit. "Right...I have to fix that pirate's junk....."
Lekan looked worried when he saw Quin's expression change. Okay, maybe not her face, but there was certainly something about her that gave him the impression that she was even less thrilled to set foot on Dagojouiise than he was, which was saying something. She seemed to return to normal quickly enough, brushing off her apparent gloominess with a little joke. That, and she also appeared to have a fondness for burgers, Lekan thought to himself.
When Sentinel politely excused himself and departed, Lekan turned back to Quin. "You feeling okay there?" he asked her. "I'd like to go and shop for supplies at the spaceport, but I won't force you to come with me if you don't want to." He looked around. The concert was starting soon, and more people were gathering in the park to watch.
"Come on, let's go grab some burgers and find a seat before they're all taken." The fact that even the Genesior warrior was uneasy about setting foot on the planet looked like an ill omen. Regardless, he considered her as a friend and he wanted to cheer her up, even if he wasn't entirely sure what her stance was regarding concerts.
When Sentinel politely excused himself and departed, Lekan turned back to Quin. "You feeling okay there?" he asked her. "I'd like to go and shop for supplies at the spaceport, but I won't force you to come with me if you don't want to." He looked around. The concert was starting soon, and more people were gathering in the park to watch.
"Come on, let's go grab some burgers and find a seat before they're all taken." The fact that even the Genesior warrior was uneasy about setting foot on the planet looked like an ill omen. Regardless, he considered her as a friend and he wanted to cheer her up, even if he wasn't entirely sure what her stance was regarding concerts.
Gelon sigh and put on his Desert mask "well let's go then 'cat ears' and i will beat you too up if you keep it up" he said as an warning to her and started walking towards the location he guessed the ship would be "if we had Ridley right now we would be carrying a bucket" he joked about him and kept moving "a hot bucket that would just try to curse at us"
As soon as Ridley had lifted his arms to swing Keeton had regretted his little comment. However what Ridley didn't know was Keeton only took about 50% of the impact itself. The other 50% distributing itself amongst the hidden shielded vest. Keeton still on the ground, looked at his surroundings. If he was gonna walk out of here alive he would have to use his brains, but that sucked because thinking would tear his head into pieces. Keeton knew he was much faster and agile then Ridley, he also examined the way Ridley had reacted to the comment, anger, and anger leads to recklessness. He further examined the looming elemental's body carefully as it trudged toward him. Keeton knew how to win the fight, but would his body let him?
"Hey frost breath, come over here and make me a fucking snow cone!"
The plan was set, and the fun part was only about to begin
"Hey frost breath, come over here and make me a fucking snow cone!"
The plan was set, and the fun part was only about to begin
Sentinel laughed softly before replying with mirth, "No, dear, I promise I'm not going to break down." It sounded strange to him. Yes, he felt affection, there was no doubt about that now. But had he just called her dear? A slip of the tongue. Or maybe he was teasing her. Was he? Shaking his head, he reveled once again in the emotions he could feel.
Picking up the Jolly Roger, he placed it in the compartment alongside the burnt cloak he carried. Something to ask Lekan when there was time. Hopefully it was simple to repair. "Don't worry about K2's gun, I'll deal with it. In fact, forget about it entirely. Don't let it bother you," he spoke. "What I meant to ask was if you would like to go to the Interstellar Rose concert that's starting soon. There isn't an entrance fee and I have never had reason to go to one. If you don't want to go, I'd be fine with that." Her voice was much sweeter now that she was rested. Hopefully they could avoid any situations similar to the ones yesterday.
A nervous feeling overtook him as he though about last night. There was something that she had been about to say right after K2 had left the living room. He wanted desperately to know what it was, but did he have the right to ask her? Surely he did, but what would Alphard think? "I also have another question. It's about last night. After K2 left the room, you were about to say something. What I was wondering was if you could...um, I mean...what did you want to say?" He stayed quiet afterwards, feeling awkward about himself.
Picking up the Jolly Roger, he placed it in the compartment alongside the burnt cloak he carried. Something to ask Lekan when there was time. Hopefully it was simple to repair. "Don't worry about K2's gun, I'll deal with it. In fact, forget about it entirely. Don't let it bother you," he spoke. "What I meant to ask was if you would like to go to the Interstellar Rose concert that's starting soon. There isn't an entrance fee and I have never had reason to go to one. If you don't want to go, I'd be fine with that." Her voice was much sweeter now that she was rested. Hopefully they could avoid any situations similar to the ones yesterday.
A nervous feeling overtook him as he though about last night. There was something that she had been about to say right after K2 had left the living room. He wanted desperately to know what it was, but did he have the right to ask her? Surely he did, but what would Alphard think? "I also have another question. It's about last night. After K2 left the room, you were about to say something. What I was wondering was if you could...um, I mean...what did you want to say?" He stayed quiet afterwards, feeling awkward about himself.
Quin turned to Lekan and thought his suggestions through. It didn't take her long, though, and she responded with a simple, if rather vague,
"Yes."
Her eyes lit practically lit up when Lekan mentioned 'burgers'. "Yes. Burgers. This time, I'll pay."
Quin must've felt bad about her bad joke last time, as she speedily hovered forward to lead the way, giving Lekan no chance for any objections.
After ordering quite a...heavy...looking quadruple baconburger with double decked cheese, Quin looked up at Lekan. She seemed eager to follow him anywhere he goes now. The burger paid for everything. Everything.
While looking at Lekan, Quin took a bite.
And ate it.
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Ridley scoffed. "HAH! I'LL MAKE YOU A SNOW CONE!" Quickening his pace, Ridley held up his massive shield to defend his one weakspot, and raised his right hand. Cold air rotated around that hand, and he summoned an enormous and very spiky mace, before letting out another roar and swinging it towards K2's chest. The cold, heavy weapon made an audible 'whoosh' as it was swung through the air.
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Megahertz was slightly surprised by Sentinel's joking reply...but seemed very appreciative of it, her lips curling into a smile. She would've been even more surprised had he not been openly chuckling all this time, but all the same....it was still surprising. He was very honest. And Megahertz couldn't help but find that cute. Being an agent for an organization of thieves, she was used to deception and betrayal. Dark S1de may have kind of a noble goal, but they are still thieves, bandits, marauders, and robbers.
Megahertz listened closely to Sentinel. At first, she was grateful she didn't have to worry too much about the gun. And then she became quite embarassed at his offer. Without her realizing, a faint blush had appeared on her face.
"Wh...I...uhhhhhhhh..." Her jaw dropped.
A moment of awkward silence ensued, with her jaw continuing to hang.
"A...Ahahaha..ha!", Megahertz nervously laughed to hide her embarassment. It didn't work. "W-well! Since you asked so nicely, YESSS."
Another awkward silence ensued, when Megahertz realized she might've been too enthusiastic.
"..Oh, I hate words.", Megaherz mumbled, before silently taking Sentinel's hand and leading him out of the door.
They walk out of the living quarters, and head over to the Park. There was still time for the concert to begin, so they did not have to hurry.
Megahertz widened her eyes as she kept walking and listened to Sentinel's hesitant question. She took a time to think about it. Sentinel had been good to her, and she greatly appreciated that. Still...they have only known each other for a whole two days, and in one of those days, he was killing her men and destroying her assets. She couldn't help but be wary....telling him her real name was already a pretty impulsive decision. One that she did not regret, but one that she wondered if she would've done differently.
"Uhm..Don't...worry about it.", Megahertz stated, almost whispered. There's a tinge of guilt to it, and she didn't seem too eager to say anything more. At least for now. Maybe later, when Sentinel had gained more of her (already plentiful) trust.
"Yes."
Her eyes lit practically lit up when Lekan mentioned 'burgers'. "Yes. Burgers. This time, I'll pay."
Quin must've felt bad about her bad joke last time, as she speedily hovered forward to lead the way, giving Lekan no chance for any objections.
After ordering quite a...heavy...looking quadruple baconburger with double decked cheese, Quin looked up at Lekan. She seemed eager to follow him anywhere he goes now. The burger paid for everything. Everything.
While looking at Lekan, Quin took a bite.
And ate it.
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Ridley scoffed. "HAH! I'LL MAKE YOU A SNOW CONE!" Quickening his pace, Ridley held up his massive shield to defend his one weakspot, and raised his right hand. Cold air rotated around that hand, and he summoned an enormous and very spiky mace, before letting out another roar and swinging it towards K2's chest. The cold, heavy weapon made an audible 'whoosh' as it was swung through the air.
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Megahertz was slightly surprised by Sentinel's joking reply...but seemed very appreciative of it, her lips curling into a smile. She would've been even more surprised had he not been openly chuckling all this time, but all the same....it was still surprising. He was very honest. And Megahertz couldn't help but find that cute. Being an agent for an organization of thieves, she was used to deception and betrayal. Dark S1de may have kind of a noble goal, but they are still thieves, bandits, marauders, and robbers.
Megahertz listened closely to Sentinel. At first, she was grateful she didn't have to worry too much about the gun. And then she became quite embarassed at his offer. Without her realizing, a faint blush had appeared on her face.
"Wh...I...uhhhhhhhh..." Her jaw dropped.
A moment of awkward silence ensued, with her jaw continuing to hang.
"A...Ahahaha..ha!", Megahertz nervously laughed to hide her embarassment. It didn't work. "W-well! Since you asked so nicely, YESSS."
Another awkward silence ensued, when Megahertz realized she might've been too enthusiastic.
"..Oh, I hate words.", Megaherz mumbled, before silently taking Sentinel's hand and leading him out of the door.
They walk out of the living quarters, and head over to the Park. There was still time for the concert to begin, so they did not have to hurry.
Megahertz widened her eyes as she kept walking and listened to Sentinel's hesitant question. She took a time to think about it. Sentinel had been good to her, and she greatly appreciated that. Still...they have only known each other for a whole two days, and in one of those days, he was killing her men and destroying her assets. She couldn't help but be wary....telling him her real name was already a pretty impulsive decision. One that she did not regret, but one that she wondered if she would've done differently.
"Uhm..Don't...worry about it.", Megahertz stated, almost whispered. There's a tinge of guilt to it, and she didn't seem too eager to say anything more. At least for now. Maybe later, when Sentinel had gained more of her (already plentiful) trust.
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Vlad rolled her eyes at Gelon's threat, and snarked, "Classy.", in a deadpan tone, before putting on her cat-eared biker helmet.
They continue traversing the deserts. It was quite a vast location, with hard sand and even hardier rocks. The heat from above was quite intense, and in just a few minutes, both Vlad and Gelon had already been sweating.
Walking in the middle of a canyon gave them a little bit of shade from the fierce sun. The rocky terrain was quite hard to walk through, but Vlad's beast feet was quite comfortable with it.
Eventually, they arrive at where Gelon presumed..quite correctly....would be the crash site of the Gilgamesh.
The front half of a sleek gray, triangular ship was embedded partially in the ground ahead of them, having pierced right through the earth with its triangular bow. It had been a few days, yet flame and smoke is still coming out of the wreck. The smooth surface of the ship was covered in cracks, and they can see that it must've snapped in half on impact, with the back half of the ship nowhere in immediate sight.
Vlad placed her hands on her hips, remarking, "Well. I'll be."
The ship was of medium size, big enough to fit ten people plus an array of smuggled goods, and small enough to slip through blockades undetected. Darkness comes from inside the sleek gray ship. All of the ship's lights had went out during the last few days.
Vlad then pulled out a pair of binoculars, and scanned the area to hopefully find the other half of the ship.
And she hit a jackpot, as something caught her eye in the distance. "..Wait...I think I see the rest of the damn thing."
She turned to Gelon, nodding. "You go ahead and see what you can recover here, 'team leader'. I'll go south and investigate."
Vlad pocketed her binoculars, and braced herself. "Don't get into any trouble.", before running off with the speed of a tiger, practically disappearing into the horizon in seconds.
Electric sparks fizzled from the tips of the cables inside the ship. Despite the harsh desert sun, Gelon can see - and feel - an ominous darkness from the opening of the doomed ship.
They continue traversing the deserts. It was quite a vast location, with hard sand and even hardier rocks. The heat from above was quite intense, and in just a few minutes, both Vlad and Gelon had already been sweating.
Walking in the middle of a canyon gave them a little bit of shade from the fierce sun. The rocky terrain was quite hard to walk through, but Vlad's beast feet was quite comfortable with it.
Eventually, they arrive at where Gelon presumed..quite correctly....would be the crash site of the Gilgamesh.
The front half of a sleek gray, triangular ship was embedded partially in the ground ahead of them, having pierced right through the earth with its triangular bow. It had been a few days, yet flame and smoke is still coming out of the wreck. The smooth surface of the ship was covered in cracks, and they can see that it must've snapped in half on impact, with the back half of the ship nowhere in immediate sight.
Vlad placed her hands on her hips, remarking, "Well. I'll be."
The ship was of medium size, big enough to fit ten people plus an array of smuggled goods, and small enough to slip through blockades undetected. Darkness comes from inside the sleek gray ship. All of the ship's lights had went out during the last few days.
Vlad then pulled out a pair of binoculars, and scanned the area to hopefully find the other half of the ship.
And she hit a jackpot, as something caught her eye in the distance. "..Wait...I think I see the rest of the damn thing."
She turned to Gelon, nodding. "You go ahead and see what you can recover here, 'team leader'. I'll go south and investigate."
Vlad pocketed her binoculars, and braced herself. "Don't get into any trouble.", before running off with the speed of a tiger, practically disappearing into the horizon in seconds.
Electric sparks fizzled from the tips of the cables inside the ship. Despite the harsh desert sun, Gelon can see - and feel - an ominous darkness from the opening of the doomed ship.
Silence. Utter silence. And darkness.
This was the ill fate of the Gilgamesh. Bodies of the crew lay strewn about the remains of the ship. Some were contorted in violent ways, others we're maimed. But most already started to decompose in the desert heat. They would've been shrouded in darkness, had it not been for the beams of the hot Dagojouiisian sun peeking through the various bits of damage of the hull. A lone figure, limped slowly inside the darkness of the ship. Her skin was as white as a ghost and her eyes as black as the void. The sounds of her slow footsteps on the jagged metal echoed as horrifying sounds throughout the ruins of the ship. She spotted a crate that was shattered with it's contents spilled about the room. Medical supplies. She lurched back in disgust until...voices?
Her ears twitched as she heard two voices. A male and a female. She scowled and retreated into the darkness of the Gilgamesh. She listened as one ran to the other half of the ship that was a couple hundred metres away. But, where had the other gone? She felt like she knew the answer. The creature clenched her teeth and dragged her back against the wall, slowly falling into a sitting position. Waiting.
This was the ill fate of the Gilgamesh. Bodies of the crew lay strewn about the remains of the ship. Some were contorted in violent ways, others we're maimed. But most already started to decompose in the desert heat. They would've been shrouded in darkness, had it not been for the beams of the hot Dagojouiisian sun peeking through the various bits of damage of the hull. A lone figure, limped slowly inside the darkness of the ship. Her skin was as white as a ghost and her eyes as black as the void. The sounds of her slow footsteps on the jagged metal echoed as horrifying sounds throughout the ruins of the ship. She spotted a crate that was shattered with it's contents spilled about the room. Medical supplies. She lurched back in disgust until...voices?
Her ears twitched as she heard two voices. A male and a female. She scowled and retreated into the darkness of the Gilgamesh. She listened as one ran to the other half of the ship that was a couple hundred metres away. But, where had the other gone? She felt like she knew the answer. The creature clenched her teeth and dragged her back against the wall, slowly falling into a sitting position. Waiting.
Gelon sigh and shot out his hand with a rope attached to it. the hand flew through the air and latch on to the ship with an audible thump send through the ship "should send a message that a rescue party is coming" he said and jumped as he started to real himself in and hang from his arm "damn power is out whelp good thing i got enough power to let the light run for a few hours" he said and let himself lower to the ground and hold on to the vertical floor "let's just hope nothing else gets activated" he said and climbed to one of the lights and smash it and got to work "wire here wire there and now a jolt of power and let there be light" he said as he let some electricity jump from his arm into the ships light system letting the ship light up again "he! if anyone is in there please respond! i'm here to save you!" gelon yelled down the ship and climb down
Ophelia looked up at some of the lights went on. Which was odd since she's been here a few days. Though of course, most lights were damaged beyond repair, so the lighting in the shape was still rather sparse. Her ears twitched again. Ophelia could hear Gelon calling out out to any survivors. She felt a small chuckle escape her partially stitched together mouth, though was unsure why she felt that was humourous. She slowly got back up and started to walk down the jagged hallway that would lead her toward Gelon, which despite his efforts, was still shrouded in darkness. The sounds of crunching metal under each step she took was distorted by the echo of the Gilgamesh.
Finally she reached the room where she had heard Gelon from. The hull of the ship was jagged in so many ways, you could barely tell this was the mess hall. Gelon could spot Ophelia easily, as her ghostly skin contrasted greatly with the hall she emerged from. He could see she was...relatively unharmed. Clothes were intact, only a few marks of blood on her clothes, no physical injury. However, upon closer inspection Gelon can see Ophelia has a monstrous left arm that didn't match her appearance at all. It's claws were razor sharp that looked like they could cut bone like butter. The horns that jut out of her forehead didn't help with her appearance.
She stood at the edge of the hall, glaring up at Gelon hanging from the ceiling, silently.
Finally she reached the room where she had heard Gelon from. The hull of the ship was jagged in so many ways, you could barely tell this was the mess hall. Gelon could spot Ophelia easily, as her ghostly skin contrasted greatly with the hall she emerged from. He could see she was...relatively unharmed. Clothes were intact, only a few marks of blood on her clothes, no physical injury. However, upon closer inspection Gelon can see Ophelia has a monstrous left arm that didn't match her appearance at all. It's claws were razor sharp that looked like they could cut bone like butter. The horns that jut out of her forehead didn't help with her appearance.
She stood at the edge of the hall, glaring up at Gelon hanging from the ceiling, silently.
Gelon Smiled as a figure got into vieuw and he shine a light to it "he there, glad to see someone is still alive" he said as he saw Ophelia and he drop to the floor and went to her "so...can i ask what happened here or do you first want to get of this ship? i can understand if you want to leave first but i have to ask you to stay with the company that hired me, they want to know what happened to the ship of course, but after that you are free, at least i hope that is the way it will go" Gelon said not minding Ophelia different look cause he has seen a lot of things in his life so not much does surprise him
Ophelia continued to glare at Gelon. When he spoke to her, her blank expression sunk into a scowl. She was surprised that Gelon's first instinct when looking at her wasn't to attack. She was so used to it, but you could never tell behind her sour expression. Ophelia finally spoke with a cold, haunting voice. "Stay with your company? I belong to no one." She stood up straight and looked down at Gelon and continued. "Yes. I know what happened her." She looked around, then back at Gelon.
"I crashed the ship." She told him bluntly, her tail slithering on the floor behind her. "I stowed away, but when I discovered the ship served Drakov Industries...it had to go." She watched Gelon closely as to what he'd do.
"I crashed the ship." She told him bluntly, her tail slithering on the floor behind her. "I stowed away, but when I discovered the ship served Drakov Industries...it had to go." She watched Gelon closely as to what he'd do.
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"Good morning-cycle. I take it you are the being known as Byatis. I'd like to ask you a few questions, thank you for entertaining my presence." the snake like creature said cordially but directly, peering into the dark room but not removing his sunglasses. "I'd like to speak to you about your alliances, namely why you are here, and about GEHENNA. Intereseted parties need to know and you being of the same homeworld, I am hoping you can provide us with some information. Given your current company-" he nods at Clockwork, "I assume you are working against it." He folds his arms behind his back and waits.
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"I understand, you got scared and I can see why now" he said and hold his hand out to her "and yes you don't belong to anyone, I mean bring you to the company to tell your. Story but now that doesn't seem as a smart idea, how about we. Go back to the ship I came from OR you can help me find the data core and then we head to the ship....no wait not the ship sorry my mistake the ship is going to GEHENNA. I will try to geoou a ship of this planet and away from GEHENNA at least if you want that?" Gelon asked and watch her and still hold his robotic hand open to her
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Keeton had predicted this swing, maybe not with a giant ice mace, but was ready for it none the less. He now knew his target the weak point would be the area most protected by the gigantic shield. Ridley had made this way to easy for him, and now he was about to show him what a pissed off hungover pirate is capable of.
Keeton shot down to a squatting position while at the same time drawing his cutlass and flipping the switch engaging the currents of electricity running through it. He slashes the knees of the hulking beast, and propels himself backwards and attempts to land on his feet. However, that didn't work out so well, instead Keeton falls to the ground because of a surging pain in his head, being completely helpless to Ridley's next attack.
Keeton shot down to a squatting position while at the same time drawing his cutlass and flipping the switch engaging the currents of electricity running through it. He slashes the knees of the hulking beast, and propels himself backwards and attempts to land on his feet. However, that didn't work out so well, instead Keeton falls to the ground because of a surging pain in his head, being completely helpless to Ridley's next attack.
Sentinel knew he had messed up as soon as he finished asking that last question. While she may have placed trust in him, she had known him for all of two days, and one of those hadn't exactly been a nice one. Alphard had worked greatly to establish herself in the position she was; all of it was swept away in minutes by K2, Byatis, Clockwork, and he. Thinking back to it, he saw it could have been handled much differently. Was it really necessary to have killed all of those people simply to gain access to the space elevator? Wouldn't Sentinel's party have been granted access if they had offered something of sufficient value to Alphard, money or services? The men she had certainly could have been useful later, and having more allies never hurt. Depression was an emotion he hadn't experienced, but this was certainly feeling like it if his encounters with sadness were any indication.
"Maybe I can find a way to make it up to her," he whispered, too low for anyone to hear except him. "Yes, yes, that's what I'll do. It is only right to make reparations for the damage we caused."
Raising his voice, he apologized: "I'm sorry for asking you that. I had no right to, especially considering what happened when we first encountered each other." Quiet. He didn't know how to speak to someone in a confidential or apologetic manner. There never was a reason to learn. Now it made things difficult for him.
As they arrived at the park, Sentinel gazed around at all the people arrayed before the stage. If he had to guess, he would say that a majority of the ship's occupants were present in the crowd. And some from the planet as well. While puzzling that Interstellar Rose would be on a ship towards Megido, maybe she meant to get off here. Continuing on would be...not strange at all. Adding a galactic music star to the already diverse crowd of adventurers wouldn't seem too strange.
Looking down towards Alphard, he asked, "Where would you like to sit?" Hopefully this could at least be a start in making things better. Sentinel would have to learn how to interact with people better.
"Maybe I can find a way to make it up to her," he whispered, too low for anyone to hear except him. "Yes, yes, that's what I'll do. It is only right to make reparations for the damage we caused."
Raising his voice, he apologized: "I'm sorry for asking you that. I had no right to, especially considering what happened when we first encountered each other." Quiet. He didn't know how to speak to someone in a confidential or apologetic manner. There never was a reason to learn. Now it made things difficult for him.
As they arrived at the park, Sentinel gazed around at all the people arrayed before the stage. If he had to guess, he would say that a majority of the ship's occupants were present in the crowd. And some from the planet as well. While puzzling that Interstellar Rose would be on a ship towards Megido, maybe she meant to get off here. Continuing on would be...not strange at all. Adding a galactic music star to the already diverse crowd of adventurers wouldn't seem too strange.
Looking down towards Alphard, he asked, "Where would you like to sit?" Hopefully this could at least be a start in making things better. Sentinel would have to learn how to interact with people better.
Lekan was more than happy to let Quin pay this time, although he still ordered something less filling than what the Genesior chose. He didn't have quite as much of an appetite. Even though she wasn't smiling, he could tell that she was definitely happier now. The sight of her so readily tucking in to such a large meal was both comical and endearing. The two of them drifted back over to where the stage was and quickly took their seats.
As with last time, Lekan held his burger with one main arm, using several smaller tentacles to break off bite-sized chunks. There was still a few minutes to go before the show started, during which the Ondari had finished eating his meal. While he had only known her for about a day or so, and their first meeting involved him getting shot at, Lekan could say with certainty that he enjoyed hanging around with Quin. As impassive as she appeared, there were still things that she cared about, although whether there was anything other than her love of fast food and her apparent nervousness of Dagojouiise remained unanswered for the moment. There was also some form of mutual respect that had quickly formed between them both, each one admiring the other's bravery in the face of danger.
The Ondari relaxed in his seat, leaning against Quin's side a little for better support as he waited for the show to begin...
As with last time, Lekan held his burger with one main arm, using several smaller tentacles to break off bite-sized chunks. There was still a few minutes to go before the show started, during which the Ondari had finished eating his meal. While he had only known her for about a day or so, and their first meeting involved him getting shot at, Lekan could say with certainty that he enjoyed hanging around with Quin. As impassive as she appeared, there were still things that she cared about, although whether there was anything other than her love of fast food and her apparent nervousness of Dagojouiise remained unanswered for the moment. There was also some form of mutual respect that had quickly formed between them both, each one admiring the other's bravery in the face of danger.
The Ondari relaxed in his seat, leaning against Quin's side a little for better support as he waited for the show to begin...
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Ophelia glared at Gelon's outstretched arm and swatted it away. "I did not act out of fear. I did this on purpose. Every live lost on this vessel, meaningless. Drakov Industries and anyone willingly under their employment are vile people." She clenched her teeth and tightened her fists. The ship seemed to vibrate momentarily until Ophelia stepped back. She flexed her deformed claw. "And if they want a data core, then I won't let them have it." Ophelia continued to speak coldly. There was no passion in her words, but her threats were anything but empty. She spoke up once more.
"Leave."
"Leave."
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Byatis cocked his head to the side, amused that this beastman knew where he was from. Very few people knew that. Finally, Byatis got up. The mattress springs squeaked as the massive weight was finally lifted from them. Byatis towered over Ciril and Clockwork. "Interested parties? Ahahah, to bad you don't mean actual parties!...Even though I've never been to one." Byatis swished his tail so that the tail-head was closeby. "Well now that the jig is up... yes! I am from Megido! My homeworld. Such a lovely death world. Lotsa things trying to kill ya...like me!" He said with a jolly smile. "GEHENNA....GEHENNA...." He repeated and his expression crinkled. "I could tell you about that no good, loathsome, cocky, egomaniacal tyrant...but..." Byatis paused, then smiled once more. He suddenly lowered his head so that it was inches away from Ciril's. "What do I get for telling you? Hmm? What can these 'interested party's do for ME, eh?"
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"I won't and if you want to fight well it was a pleasure meeting" Gelon said and was prepared for anything to happen
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Clockwork lets out an exaggerated gasp when Byatis mentioned never being to a party. "Inconceiveable!", he said, flabbergasted.
Clockwork folded his arms and looked between Byatis and Ciril, taking quite an interest in the conversation.
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Ridley's mace missed K2 as he ducked, smashing the wall behind him and shattering quite a bit of rubble as the mace became stuck in the wall. "!" A frustated Ridley can only watch as....K2 slashed his knees. Unfortunately for K2, Ridley's armor is tough as a battleship, and his sword bounced right off the knee guards without even a scratch. Ridley then witnessed K2 tripping from his hangover, and became quite confused.
'..is this man messing with me?', Ridley thought. He must be. Nobody's this careless. Ridley better not underestimate him. K2 may be smarter than he appears. Ridley wondered if K2 was actually a badass hiding behind a moronic facade. He has eluded Drakov for quite a while, after all. Even so, he knows an opening when he sees it, and Ridley charged forward, his steps heavy and audible. Ridley evaporated his mace, and once he got close to K2, gripped his shield with both hands, lifted it over his head, turned it brittle and cracked with his cryomancy, and smashed it with full power on K2's chest, breaking it apart and sending ice shrapnels flying everywhere around them.
Not done yet, Ridley grabbed K2's chest with his right hand, and lifted him up, staring at him in the eye. "HAVE AN ICE DAY", before headbutting the pirate.
Ridley couldn't believe he just said that. He hated ice puns, and thus felt like a hypocrite. He shook his head at this thought. He slowly remembered when he actually enjoyed ice puns...when he was younger, hanging out with his friends in Nebulon. All the ice puns were just one of many in-jokes amongst bros. Until one day, he and his friends watched an old,vintage movie from a world long gone. A movie with so many ice puns, it made Ridley blush. He remembered being hurled pun after pun after pun after pun, until he eventually got tired, and grew an aversion of it. Ridley can't seem to remember the name of that movie. Perhaps it's for the best. He remembered being a big fan of one of the actors, though.
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Megahertz became worried when Sentinel went quiet after her refusal to answer his question. And she was visibly flustered when Sentinel apologized. "Y-you idiot! Don't look so guilty! I'll feel bad! I mean...." She realized that her words would only made things worse, so she stopped mid-sentence and simply sighed.
She was quite thankful when Sentinel changed the subject, and smiled at his question. "Here, follow me!", Gripping his hand tight, she led him to a pair of chairs on the leftest edge of the third row. She sat down on her chair, and looked up at him with a smile. "You're a big guy, so you should sit on the edge, where you wouldn't be cramped by so many people, yeah?"
She looked at the stage, quite eagerly. She had listened to the Interstellar Rose's music for a while, though she was never a particularly big fan of the pop-style. She preferred something heavier, something more intense. It always felt more down-to-earth to her. Even so, there was a sweet sincerity in Deunan's lyrics which she quite enjoyed.
"Say.....Sentinel. You said you never had a reason to go to a concert before....", Megahertz began to ask. At the very least, she seemed less hesitant to talk with him on more casual subjects. "....But...have you ever actually listened to music before...and if so, what kind of music do you enjoy, if any?"
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Quin glanced at Lekan as he leaned against her.
"...."
She did not seem to mind, though. She found his way of eating rather cute, the way he broke apart the burgers into smaller pieces for his beak to swallow.
Eventually, the many spotlights above the stage switched on. Like a kaleidoscope, each of them emitted different colors, creating a rainbow like effect as they move around in a coordinated, planned, yet dynamic manner. Red, green, blue, violet, yellow, eventually converging into a single white spot in the center.
The audience cheered as the show was starting. Most of them are males, though there are females here and there. Humans, Beastmen, and other alien groups alike show their excitement, waving their arms and whistling. Heeding their calls, the pink-clad, pink-haired, rose-clad superstar emerge from the backstage, holding a stainless steel microphone with her right hand.
"BONJOUR, PASSENGERS OF THE REALTA NUA!", Deunan's youthful, confident voice spread through the crowd. She looked around the audience, and winked while waving with her left hand. She has quite a confident posture. She may be young, but she was quite charismatic. The way she walked, the way she stood, the way she gazed at her crowd. She carried herself with a certain sureness; confident, but not arrogant. Young, but not immature.
"ARE YOU READY FOR ME?!", Deunan asked out loud, before pointing the mic towards the audience.
"YES!!!!!!!!", the audience bellowed out enthusiastically, nigh-universally.
Clockwork folded his arms and looked between Byatis and Ciril, taking quite an interest in the conversation.
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Ridley's mace missed K2 as he ducked, smashing the wall behind him and shattering quite a bit of rubble as the mace became stuck in the wall. "!" A frustated Ridley can only watch as....K2 slashed his knees. Unfortunately for K2, Ridley's armor is tough as a battleship, and his sword bounced right off the knee guards without even a scratch. Ridley then witnessed K2 tripping from his hangover, and became quite confused.
'..is this man messing with me?', Ridley thought. He must be. Nobody's this careless. Ridley better not underestimate him. K2 may be smarter than he appears. Ridley wondered if K2 was actually a badass hiding behind a moronic facade. He has eluded Drakov for quite a while, after all. Even so, he knows an opening when he sees it, and Ridley charged forward, his steps heavy and audible. Ridley evaporated his mace, and once he got close to K2, gripped his shield with both hands, lifted it over his head, turned it brittle and cracked with his cryomancy, and smashed it with full power on K2's chest, breaking it apart and sending ice shrapnels flying everywhere around them.
Not done yet, Ridley grabbed K2's chest with his right hand, and lifted him up, staring at him in the eye. "HAVE AN ICE DAY", before headbutting the pirate.
Ridley couldn't believe he just said that. He hated ice puns, and thus felt like a hypocrite. He shook his head at this thought. He slowly remembered when he actually enjoyed ice puns...when he was younger, hanging out with his friends in Nebulon. All the ice puns were just one of many in-jokes amongst bros. Until one day, he and his friends watched an old,vintage movie from a world long gone. A movie with so many ice puns, it made Ridley blush. He remembered being hurled pun after pun after pun after pun, until he eventually got tired, and grew an aversion of it. Ridley can't seem to remember the name of that movie. Perhaps it's for the best. He remembered being a big fan of one of the actors, though.
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Megahertz became worried when Sentinel went quiet after her refusal to answer his question. And she was visibly flustered when Sentinel apologized. "Y-you idiot! Don't look so guilty! I'll feel bad! I mean...." She realized that her words would only made things worse, so she stopped mid-sentence and simply sighed.
She was quite thankful when Sentinel changed the subject, and smiled at his question. "Here, follow me!", Gripping his hand tight, she led him to a pair of chairs on the leftest edge of the third row. She sat down on her chair, and looked up at him with a smile. "You're a big guy, so you should sit on the edge, where you wouldn't be cramped by so many people, yeah?"
She looked at the stage, quite eagerly. She had listened to the Interstellar Rose's music for a while, though she was never a particularly big fan of the pop-style. She preferred something heavier, something more intense. It always felt more down-to-earth to her. Even so, there was a sweet sincerity in Deunan's lyrics which she quite enjoyed.
"Say.....Sentinel. You said you never had a reason to go to a concert before....", Megahertz began to ask. At the very least, she seemed less hesitant to talk with him on more casual subjects. "....But...have you ever actually listened to music before...and if so, what kind of music do you enjoy, if any?"
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Quin glanced at Lekan as he leaned against her.
"...."
She did not seem to mind, though. She found his way of eating rather cute, the way he broke apart the burgers into smaller pieces for his beak to swallow.
Eventually, the many spotlights above the stage switched on. Like a kaleidoscope, each of them emitted different colors, creating a rainbow like effect as they move around in a coordinated, planned, yet dynamic manner. Red, green, blue, violet, yellow, eventually converging into a single white spot in the center.
The audience cheered as the show was starting. Most of them are males, though there are females here and there. Humans, Beastmen, and other alien groups alike show their excitement, waving their arms and whistling. Heeding their calls, the pink-clad, pink-haired, rose-clad superstar emerge from the backstage, holding a stainless steel microphone with her right hand.
"BONJOUR, PASSENGERS OF THE REALTA NUA!", Deunan's youthful, confident voice spread through the crowd. She looked around the audience, and winked while waving with her left hand. She has quite a confident posture. She may be young, but she was quite charismatic. The way she walked, the way she stood, the way she gazed at her crowd. She carried herself with a certain sureness; confident, but not arrogant. Young, but not immature.
"ARE YOU READY FOR ME?!", Deunan asked out loud, before pointing the mic towards the audience.
"YES!!!!!!!!", the audience bellowed out enthusiastically, nigh-universally.
Walking over to the edge of the sea of chairs, Sentinel sat down next to Megahertz. Had apologizing been the best thing to do? Maybe it would have been better to stay quiet, but there was no changing that now. At least she seemed happier now that the show was starting. Turning his thoughts back towards the stage, he lay anticipating. What would it be like? When Megahertz asked her question, it was not the query in itself that stunned him, but the answer that he came up with. Yes, he had never been to a concert, but many people went their entire lives without attending one. But he had never listened to music itself. Not once had he simply played a song to enjoy it, to bring out some emotional response- nothing.
"Hmm. No, I haven't. Not once in my existence have I simply stopped to listen. In fact, music didn't interest me. While it is impossible to not have heard it before, I personally didn't participate." he answered. Thinking back, he found that he had heard music many times, but the memories were fuzzy. It was like reaching out to grab a paper on the wind; it was right there but you couldn't quite grab it.
About to say something, he knew his voice would be drowned out as soon as Interstellar Rose stepped onto the stage. He was right. Cheers shook the park, the sheer volume of voices causing vibrations. She was certainly an interesting figure. Some would call it eccentric. Her hair was a vibrant pink, matching the red, white, and softer pink tones of her clothing. Roses were arrayed on her clothing, giving her her name. The way she played the crowd was effective, using their own enthusiasm to raise even more. An interesting individual.
Deciding he would forget about the analytical part of life, Sentinel sat back to watch and listen to, perhaps even to enjoy, the concert. Even if it did turn out less than what he expected, at least Alphard seemed happy.
"Hmm. No, I haven't. Not once in my existence have I simply stopped to listen. In fact, music didn't interest me. While it is impossible to not have heard it before, I personally didn't participate." he answered. Thinking back, he found that he had heard music many times, but the memories were fuzzy. It was like reaching out to grab a paper on the wind; it was right there but you couldn't quite grab it.
About to say something, he knew his voice would be drowned out as soon as Interstellar Rose stepped onto the stage. He was right. Cheers shook the park, the sheer volume of voices causing vibrations. She was certainly an interesting figure. Some would call it eccentric. Her hair was a vibrant pink, matching the red, white, and softer pink tones of her clothing. Roses were arrayed on her clothing, giving her her name. The way she played the crowd was effective, using their own enthusiasm to raise even more. An interesting individual.
Deciding he would forget about the analytical part of life, Sentinel sat back to watch and listen to, perhaps even to enjoy, the concert. Even if it did turn out less than what he expected, at least Alphard seemed happy.
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Ophelia's expression soured even further. So much so, she felt a twinge of pain on each end of her mouth, as the stitches restricted her mouth movement. She's dealt with these types before. The ones who won't budge on their orders or their ideals. After all, she had a similar mindset, however it was motivated by something else entirely. Ophelia glanced up, not that you could tell since her eyes are all black with no visible pupil. Suddenly, several thick, jagged pieces of metal fell from the 'ceiling' all headed towards Gelon. Ophelia was still under the sturdy roof of the hall. "You're stubborn natural will be the end of you." She said quietly.
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The sound of music can be heard as the crushing sound of skulls colliding takes place, Keeton's vision fades to black. But only moments later he awakes with a terrible throbbing that only grows worst and worst as the seconds pass on.
That last blow was all it took, as if his head hadn't hurt enough, he had just been head butted by a giant snowman. His head filled with a never-ending excruciating pain. "I yield" he says wrestling himself out of Ridley's hands and onto the floor holding his head and gasping for air. Keeton layed down trying to keep from bursting into tears. "You are a real big asshole Ridley, first you kill my friends and then you ruin my day." Keeton spits at the monster "finish me you piece of Darkov shit!"
That last blow was all it took, as if his head hadn't hurt enough, he had just been head butted by a giant snowman. His head filled with a never-ending excruciating pain. "I yield" he says wrestling himself out of Ridley's hands and onto the floor holding his head and gasping for air. Keeton layed down trying to keep from bursting into tears. "You are a real big asshole Ridley, first you kill my friends and then you ruin my day." Keeton spits at the monster "finish me you piece of Darkov shit!"
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"and so it will be yours as well" Gelon said and hit the floor with his KE module and a wave of KE was released forcing Ophelia to be pushed away and the spikes as well "look i want to let you go but if you insist on fighting that is your choose" he said as he got his KE sword out
Ophelia dug her claw in the ground and gripped tightly to withstand the force of the KE attack and moved her joints, as if setting them back in place what had been dislodged. She watched as Gelon created his sword, and smirked. "That's a nice arm you've got." She muttered. Suddenly, Gelon feels his robotic arm moving on it it's own! And it strikes at Gelon's leg doing a great deal of damage. Ophelia's smirk remains. "Why are you hitting yourself?" Gelon's robotic arm goes in for another attack. "Why are you hitting yourself?" Ophelia repeats in the same cold tone. It was clear that, somehow, Ophelia had control over Gelon's only weapon.
Gelon snicker and shot off all the metal leaving a Skeletion of his arm "hehe always nice to have plastic in your arm" he said still having his KE sword out "now it's a fair fight" he said and send a energy wave from his sword then moved forward to hit her up close, his new nanobots would keep him healed for sure
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Ciril keeps his polite expression as he listens to Byatis. "Well, in general let's just say you'd normally be seen as a threat and either deported back to where you came from, detained, or worse. But that's not my job. My job is information, and from your list of adjectives it sounds like you're no ally of GHENNA's. " the Snek removes both sets of eyeglasses to appear more sincere. "You could be invaluable with your inside information in order to defeat him. If you have any. I mean, if you did, I'm sure I could work deals for you, within reason." ciril was a cordial negotiator, but it was ingrained in him through rigorous training to subdue his own feelings and opinions. To the point where he didn't have an opinion about Byatis one way or another, with nothing personal or precious to lose in his life. All that mattered was the mission. "Clockwork. It seems I have been assigned to you and your associates, should we continue to work for the same cause." He's so formal it hurts.
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Ophelia's gaze remain unbroken and she took the brunt of the energy wave willingly, claw still gripped into the floor to keep her from being shot back. She could feels her bones rattle as a result but, nothing broken, and pain she could handle. Ophelia let Gelon advance and, just at the precise moment, she released her claw from the ground and grabbed Gelon's now plastic arm. As quickly as she grabbed Gelon's arm, she wordlessly bent and twisted the plastic with brute strength that did not match her appearance at all. She watched at the plastic fibres snapped in her claws and proceeded to tear out chunks of his arm entirely. There was no sympathy in her gaze.
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Byatis moved his head back from Ciril so he was at a more tolerable distance. "Oh boy! Threats! Haven't heard those before, ahaha." Sarcasm dripped from his statement. Byatis paused for a moment, almost getting lost in thought...or even daydreaming. Byatis thought back once again to his life on Megido. It was by no means an easy one, but it wasn't one of poverty at all. Especially since he served the reigning kingdom, and by extension, GEHENNA. Byatis bore witness to several genocides initiated by this one being. He grew sick of it and left, figuring GEHENNA wouldn't notice one of thousands of his servants missing.
To Ciril and Clockwork, it just looked like Byatis was standing thor making random faces, until finally Byatis shook back into focus, and at on the floor to be more at eye level to the others. "Truth be told, I'm not even sure this galaxy has what it takes to stand up to GEHENNA. He's done this before. Many times. Many galaxies have fallen to him. This whole time I was convincing myself that maybe it would be different but..." Byatis lowered his head. "Im not so sure...maybe a part of me wants to get back to Megido where its safe. For me at least." Byatis seemed to completely have dropped the 'whats in it for me mantra'. Perhaps he was joking earlier but, he definitely seems mellow now.
To Ciril and Clockwork, it just looked like Byatis was standing thor making random faces, until finally Byatis shook back into focus, and at on the floor to be more at eye level to the others. "Truth be told, I'm not even sure this galaxy has what it takes to stand up to GEHENNA. He's done this before. Many times. Many galaxies have fallen to him. This whole time I was convincing myself that maybe it would be different but..." Byatis lowered his head. "Im not so sure...maybe a part of me wants to get back to Megido where its safe. For me at least." Byatis seemed to completely have dropped the 'whats in it for me mantra'. Perhaps he was joking earlier but, he definitely seems mellow now.
This was going nowhere fast. Still, Ciril remained calm. "I'm just the messenger." he replies stoically, though given the weapons on his legs, that might not be entirely true. "So if you have seen this before, can you not provide any information on his methods so we at least have a fighting chance? Or should I assume you want this galaxy to perish because...that wouldn't look very good. " he replaced his sunglasses, assuming he would get no farther. "All the same, for a Megido native, you are more pleasant than expected. Much appreciated. this was my primary mission but I have others...."
Byatis looked at Ciril once more as he looked like he was preparing to leave. "Oi! I've got...something. I don't know much and I doubt this will help but..." Byatis stands up again. "GEHENNA uses this heinous power that is rooted in Megido. That why he wants you to go to him..." Byatis shrugged. "Thats all I really know. I never got to watch the death matches on Megido.." Byatis let out a small chuckle at Ciril's last comment.
"I'm nice to those i don't have to kill."
"I'm nice to those i don't have to kill."
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Gelon turned on his electricity module and shock her "better let go" he said as he grab her normal hand as to keep her from tearing pieces from his arm, though gelon didn't get shocked "I can keep this up all day"
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Megahertz raised an eyebrow in surprise at Sentinel's claim. "Never got into music, huh...", she then smiled and made a mental note to share Sentinel some of her favorite music after this is all over with. He told her that he wanted to live....and living is certainly something a girl like Megahertz knew a thing or two about.
Deunan wasted no time in giving the audience what they came for. The background music began playing. The tune may be quite familiar to some, especially those with a love for ancient, retro music from a world long gone.
"This one's a classic.", Deunan spoke into the mic, before pointing at the audience. "Everyone needs a hero, right?" pumping a fist. "So let us all be HOLDING OUT FOR A HERO!"
The audience erupted into excitement, their hands in the air. Quite a few of them have stood up from their chairs, and waved their arms left and right following the beat.
"Where have all the good men gone, and where are all the gods?
"Where's the street wise Hercules, to fight the rising odds?"
Deunan has..quite the vocal range. Fitting the song's powerful, yet steady beat is her mature, bold voice. She moved passionately through the stage, and it was not hard to see why so many people would get into the song. There is sincerity and spirit in her eyes....sincerity and spirit that was quite alluring and exciting.
Megahertz bobbed her head to the beat, while her hands remain on her lap. Quin, not too far away, remained static while supporting the leaning Lekan.
"Through the wind, and the chill, and the rain,
And the storm, and the FLOOD!"
The many spotlights above move around Deunan, changing their colors periodically. What normally would look random and messy synchronized perfectly with the dancing and singing Deunan.
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Nearby, Mosa, James, Preston, and Colt were also seated. Mosa insisted that they all come here, since they (apparently) had nothing better to do. Also, Mosa promised to treat them later that afternoon if they went with him. He was getting quite into it. Waving his enormous arms around alongside the crowd.
As the song boomed, Mosa turned towards his companions, and grinned. "THIS IS FUN, YES?" His voice, though slightly drowned by the cheering crowd and the boldly singing Deunan, was still quite audible to his friends next to him.
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Ridley stared down at K2, and saw how hard he seemed to be trying to hold back his tears. He proceeded to hesitate, glancing around as the snowflakes from his broken shield fall around them.
".......Man I feel like a bully.", Ridley whispered with a hint of remorse. Ridley may be an asshole, but he was an asshole with principles. And he hates it when he ruins someone's day. Unless that someone is Gelon.
The music continued playing not too far away from them. Loud enough to be audible, but not enough to be intelligible. Ridley crouched down in front of K2, and said with a slightly irritated tone, which he used to mask his remorse, "Look, sorry I ruined yer day. I was just in a bad mood. Why don't..why don't you pay Drakov later, so we can just go and enjoy some music and dancing?"
Ridley paused.
"I need a hero! I'm holding out for a hero till the end of the night!"
"It's free.", he shrugged.
He then offered K2 his hand. His huge, icy, clawed hand. Even without a face, you can tell that he was feeling genuinely guilty, from the way he averted his gaze from K2.
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Clockwork nodded at Ciril when he mentioned being 'assigned' to his group. He still felt rather suspicious about Ciril finding their home so quickly (Especially since they signed in under Megahertz and Dark S1de's tickets), but he felt like poor K2 could use another friend.
He then turned to Byatis, caught off guard by the genuine and mellow side the giant serpentine hunter was displaying. He seemed so sincere, it was completely unlike the cackling predator he fought back to back with in the libraries. Still, he remained quiet and folded his arms, listening as the two finish their conversation.
Deunan wasted no time in giving the audience what they came for. The background music began playing. The tune may be quite familiar to some, especially those with a love for ancient, retro music from a world long gone.
"This one's a classic.", Deunan spoke into the mic, before pointing at the audience. "Everyone needs a hero, right?" pumping a fist. "So let us all be HOLDING OUT FOR A HERO!"
The audience erupted into excitement, their hands in the air. Quite a few of them have stood up from their chairs, and waved their arms left and right following the beat.
"Where have all the good men gone, and where are all the gods?
"Where's the street wise Hercules, to fight the rising odds?"
Deunan has..quite the vocal range. Fitting the song's powerful, yet steady beat is her mature, bold voice. She moved passionately through the stage, and it was not hard to see why so many people would get into the song. There is sincerity and spirit in her eyes....sincerity and spirit that was quite alluring and exciting.
Megahertz bobbed her head to the beat, while her hands remain on her lap. Quin, not too far away, remained static while supporting the leaning Lekan.
"Through the wind, and the chill, and the rain,
And the storm, and the FLOOD!"
The many spotlights above move around Deunan, changing their colors periodically. What normally would look random and messy synchronized perfectly with the dancing and singing Deunan.
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Nearby, Mosa, James, Preston, and Colt were also seated. Mosa insisted that they all come here, since they (apparently) had nothing better to do. Also, Mosa promised to treat them later that afternoon if they went with him. He was getting quite into it. Waving his enormous arms around alongside the crowd.
As the song boomed, Mosa turned towards his companions, and grinned. "THIS IS FUN, YES?" His voice, though slightly drowned by the cheering crowd and the boldly singing Deunan, was still quite audible to his friends next to him.
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Ridley stared down at K2, and saw how hard he seemed to be trying to hold back his tears. He proceeded to hesitate, glancing around as the snowflakes from his broken shield fall around them.
".......Man I feel like a bully.", Ridley whispered with a hint of remorse. Ridley may be an asshole, but he was an asshole with principles. And he hates it when he ruins someone's day. Unless that someone is Gelon.
The music continued playing not too far away from them. Loud enough to be audible, but not enough to be intelligible. Ridley crouched down in front of K2, and said with a slightly irritated tone, which he used to mask his remorse, "Look, sorry I ruined yer day. I was just in a bad mood. Why don't..why don't you pay Drakov later, so we can just go and enjoy some music and dancing?"
Ridley paused.
"I need a hero! I'm holding out for a hero till the end of the night!"
"It's free.", he shrugged.
He then offered K2 his hand. His huge, icy, clawed hand. Even without a face, you can tell that he was feeling genuinely guilty, from the way he averted his gaze from K2.
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Clockwork nodded at Ciril when he mentioned being 'assigned' to his group. He still felt rather suspicious about Ciril finding their home so quickly (Especially since they signed in under Megahertz and Dark S1de's tickets), but he felt like poor K2 could use another friend.
He then turned to Byatis, caught off guard by the genuine and mellow side the giant serpentine hunter was displaying. He seemed so sincere, it was completely unlike the cackling predator he fought back to back with in the libraries. Still, he remained quiet and folded his arms, listening as the two finish their conversation.
Sentinel sat enthralled by Deunan's singing. While he may not be experienced enough to judge music for its artistry itself, he knew that Deunan had something special. Her voice had a deep range to it, able to conform quickly and easily to the tone of the moment. But it wasn't just the tone, for many people can have a wide range of voice yet not be able to sing. No, it was the control she exerted over her voice, the passion she put into it and the way it worked into the song. An amazing showman and an amazing singer.
He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his legs. So this is why people enjoyed music so much. It might simply have been part of his new coding causing the reaction or an imagination, but the amazement was real. Music. Something that could be used to help express emotion in ways that simple words couldn't, adding an overtone to phrases that gave them added meaning. The same phrase, used with different backing, could convey different meanings. What a wonder.
Suddenly, Sentinel had a thought. He wanted to find a way to make reparations towards Alphard, both for the library and today. Maybe this was how he could do it. Songs had been used since time immemorial to express rage, love, contempt, sadness, forgiveness. There had to be something for healing. Question was, how would he do it? Playing a song was simple in its own right, as was singing it. But only those that could attain mastery over every facet of the piece, imbue each part with emotion to fit the tone. Chances were slim, but he had an idea. Even if it didn't work, he could still continue to learn music anyway. He just had to find an instrument. While Sentinel could play music from his speakers, there was something more personal about using an instrument itself.
Keeping a partial mind on the song, he hooked in once again to the ship's systems. Browsing through the array of stores, he found a few that might cater to his needs. Maybe not him specifically, but that could be worked out when it came to it. Scanning the available items, he decided on something not too expensive yet of good quality. That's what he would play. Yes. That was it. Contentment flowed through him as he turned his attention back towards the music, taking enjoyment from it and Alphard's presence.
He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his legs. So this is why people enjoyed music so much. It might simply have been part of his new coding causing the reaction or an imagination, but the amazement was real. Music. Something that could be used to help express emotion in ways that simple words couldn't, adding an overtone to phrases that gave them added meaning. The same phrase, used with different backing, could convey different meanings. What a wonder.
Suddenly, Sentinel had a thought. He wanted to find a way to make reparations towards Alphard, both for the library and today. Maybe this was how he could do it. Songs had been used since time immemorial to express rage, love, contempt, sadness, forgiveness. There had to be something for healing. Question was, how would he do it? Playing a song was simple in its own right, as was singing it. But only those that could attain mastery over every facet of the piece, imbue each part with emotion to fit the tone. Chances were slim, but he had an idea. Even if it didn't work, he could still continue to learn music anyway. He just had to find an instrument. While Sentinel could play music from his speakers, there was something more personal about using an instrument itself.
Keeping a partial mind on the song, he hooked in once again to the ship's systems. Browsing through the array of stores, he found a few that might cater to his needs. Maybe not him specifically, but that could be worked out when it came to it. Scanning the available items, he decided on something not too expensive yet of good quality. That's what he would play. Yes. That was it. Contentment flowed through him as he turned his attention back towards the music, taking enjoyment from it and Alphard's presence.
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Ophelia felt the surge of electricity circulate within her, reaching her nerves. To any normal creature this would stun them a great deal... but this woman was a juggernaut, she seemed to just shrug it off. She almost cracked a grin at Gelon, as he grabbed her normal arm which wasn't doing much. It was her deformed arm that had full grip on his mechanical arm. "So can I, human." With that she tore Gelon's mechanical prosthetic arm clean from it's socket and threw it to the ground, stomping on it repeatedly, and watching it give way under her shoe. With her normal arm she gripped at Gelon so that he now couldn't get away. Even her strength with her normal appendage was unnaturally strong.
Gelon mumbled and cursed under his breath and had to play really dirty here, yes his style was dirty but not that dirty though but now there were no other options. Gelon grabbed Ophelia's breast and twist, this should leave her in pain, while she was in pain he could gather the modules from his arm without it he was unarmed and those modules aren't cheap either and he needs them to reconstruct his arm. Gelon checked so now and then to see if Ophelia had recovered from his foul move
Ophelia was shocked At Gelon's action and was stunned momentarily in disbelief. She watched Gelon salvage the scrap of his arm's modules and her expression darkened. She no longer looked cold, she was angry. A controlled anger, but anger nonetheless. "I always knew those employed by Drakov were absolute scum, but you've dashed any doubts I could have had." She noticed him glancing back at her every now and then. Instead of lunging at him, sharp, jagged metal shards near Gelon's feet rose up and impaled him in the abdomen. The crunch of flesh was satisfying. Ophelia walked up to Gelon and grabbed his head so the she forced him to look at her. "An eye for an eye." With that, she drove her knee with such immense force into the impaled Gelon's crotch.
Gelon gasped as he was hit in the abdomen and cough up some blood "well you took out my arm" he said and blocked her knee then pull out a metal shard and stab her leg with it "and i usually don't play that foul but you left me with no options" he said as he tried to crawl away whilst contacting Vlad "Alisa, Alisa come in i'm wounded and in need of support badly and don't take anything metal with you" he said as he got up and run deeper into the ship with his modules 'shit loosing blood and nanobots with it i need to find something to stop the bleeding' he thought as he searched for a place to hide
Ophelia grunted as the metal entered her shin. She quickly yanked it out and watched Gelon run for a hall. She could hear him yelling for help most likely through a comm. She held out her hand and suddenly, the metal of the walls crumpled and distorted. The metal hull quickly formed another wall in front of Gelon's escape route. Then again at other openings. He had no where to go now. Ophelia walked up to him, feeling the damage from the stab wound with each step. Ophelia was definitely no stranger to pain, but she didn't seem to acknowledge it. She just had to follow his trail of blood. She glared at him. She was clearly on the attack but she didn't seem to be enjoying it like most fighters enjoy the fight. She raised more sharp metal out of the ground and levitated them. All of the several pieces aimed at Gelon at every angle. One movement from him and Gelon could become swiss cheese, Ophelia would make sure of it. "You mentioned GEHENNA earlier. Explain yourself."
Gelon sit down in the corner and applied pressure to the wound whilst watching Ophelia "yeah i did, the ship i'm with is gonna try to either capture or destroy him and i'm here for this ships data core cause it has some useful info on a medical gel" he told her as he felt the nano bots do their job and heal his wound
Ophelia inched the jagged metal a bit closer, so that they were only an inch away from various parts of his body. "Capture him? You fool... Can you even imagine what Drakov could do with such power? No one should have access to that much, he'll grow more power hungry than he already is." She spoke in a low tone, but there was a sense of urgency. "He's a business man. He'll trample his enemies and colleagues to stay on top. He has helped fund heinous projects. I would know. There is no doubt in my mind he will not use any omnipotent power for good." Ophelia noticed Gelon's wound healing. Nanobots. Looks like she could have more control over Gelon than she had first thought. "And you're helping him."
"yes and no, i did say i would work for him BUT! i let GEHENNA's faith bedside by Starvinia. i'm not a fool so i planned a head on that as well, if Drakov is planning to do that well easy enough i know all the ins and outs by then and can finish the job by putting GEHENNA down" Gelon said and watch the shards as he held the wires for his KE pulse in his hand
As Ophelia stood over Gelon, the lights on the ceiling continue to periodically flicker. Electric cables near the exit fizzled, and the smell of blood fills the air...
The lights momentarily shut off, land ight, metallic bouncing noises can be heard.
Once. Twice. Thrice.
A pair of chrome steel ball rolled towards Ophelia's feet and in front of Gelon, its top beeping red rapidly, before letting out a blinding flash of light.
The wounded Gelon was then suddenly lifted and tossed over Vlad's shoulder. "Sorry I'm late.", she said matter-of-factly, without any actual hint of apology. Her biker helmet protected herself from the flashbangs, and carrying Gelon on her left shoulder, the statuesque cheetah of a woman leaped out of the ship, her feet skidding across the sand and spraying dust everywhere as she landed, before running off rapidly.
Briefly, she glanced back to snap a photo of Ophelia with her visor as the flashbang died out. Then she proceeded to focus forward and run as fast as she can.
"I take it that things didn't work out.", Vlad stated.
The lights momentarily shut off, land ight, metallic bouncing noises can be heard.
Once. Twice. Thrice.
A pair of chrome steel ball rolled towards Ophelia's feet and in front of Gelon, its top beeping red rapidly, before letting out a blinding flash of light.
The wounded Gelon was then suddenly lifted and tossed over Vlad's shoulder. "Sorry I'm late.", she said matter-of-factly, without any actual hint of apology. Her biker helmet protected herself from the flashbangs, and carrying Gelon on her left shoulder, the statuesque cheetah of a woman leaped out of the ship, her feet skidding across the sand and spraying dust everywhere as she landed, before running off rapidly.
Briefly, she glanced back to snap a photo of Ophelia with her visor as the flashbang died out. Then she proceeded to focus forward and run as fast as she can.
"I take it that things didn't work out.", Vlad stated.
Ophelia was so focused on Gelon she completely forgot he had an accomplice. As soon as the flashbang blinded her she forced the metal blades at Gelon's position, only to find moments later he was gone. She at least hoped some metal blades impaled part of him or his accomplice. Ophelia looked up and saw a new opening was created, and made a powerful leap, landing on the roof of the Gilgamesh. She spots them both running off in the sands, fleeing. They're getting away.
Ophelia refused to let this happen. She raised both her arms and part of the Gilgamesh caved in severely on itself. The shriek of metal echoed out in the barren desert. She just destroyed the data core. Ophelia then summoned hundreds of metal shards to her, and stepped up onto one as if it were a hoverboard. She guided the metal board with her metalmancy to pursue quickly after them. With plenty of jagged metal shards accompanying her. She wasn't sure if Gelon's accomplice has taken what was truly in the Gilgamesh. It sure as hell wasn't medical supplies. Ophelia gains on them, gaze hardened.
Ophelia refused to let this happen. She raised both her arms and part of the Gilgamesh caved in severely on itself. The shriek of metal echoed out in the barren desert. She just destroyed the data core. Ophelia then summoned hundreds of metal shards to her, and stepped up onto one as if it were a hoverboard. She guided the metal board with her metalmancy to pursue quickly after them. With plenty of jagged metal shards accompanying her. She wasn't sure if Gelon's accomplice has taken what was truly in the Gilgamesh. It sure as hell wasn't medical supplies. Ophelia gains on them, gaze hardened.
The setting changes from North Dagojouiise to F.S.S. Realta Nua
Being at a live concert was, needless to say, a completely different experience compared to listening to recorded music on a radio. It wasn't just Deunan's charisma - of which she had in ample supply, no doubt - but also her choice of song and the stage effects that served only to further enhance the performance. While he hadn't really heard the song before, he assumed it was an old human favourite. No need to guess why, he thought to himself.
Glancing at Quin, the Ondari was highly surprised to see that she displayed little to no reaction to the performance they were both watching. Wasn't she having fun? He knew she was very reserved in how she expressed herself, but not even a smile just plain bordered on the ridiculous. Somewhat worried, he reached out to take her hand-equivalent in his to get her attention. "You're not smiling. Aren't you enjoying yourself?" he asked her, his voice slightly audible over the volume of the concert.
Glancing at Quin, the Ondari was highly surprised to see that she displayed little to no reaction to the performance they were both watching. Wasn't she having fun? He knew she was very reserved in how she expressed herself, but not even a smile just plain bordered on the ridiculous. Somewhat worried, he reached out to take her hand-equivalent in his to get her attention. "You're not smiling. Aren't you enjoying yourself?" he asked her, his voice slightly audible over the volume of the concert.
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Yeah didn't go so well, but do you have what we need? And can you spare some scrap might as well keep that woman busy cause I pissed her off badly and with something you would want to have my head on a spike gelon said as he prepared his KE module
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(continuation of previous post)
Tapping Alphard's shoulder gently, he waited until she had turned around to face him. "Thank you for coming with me," he said sincerely. Alphard was the first person to actually have befriended Sentinel. There had been times when he allied with others to meet a certain end, and sometimes those alliances turned into acquaintances, but never more than that. "So far, the concert is amazing on its own, but it wouldn't have been the same without the companionship. You'll have to show me more music later, I find it..fun.
Tapping Alphard's shoulder gently, he waited until she had turned around to face him. "Thank you for coming with me," he said sincerely. Alphard was the first person to actually have befriended Sentinel. There had been times when he allied with others to meet a certain end, and sometimes those alliances turned into acquaintances, but never more than that. "So far, the concert is amazing on its own, but it wouldn't have been the same without the companionship. You'll have to show me more music later, I find it..fun.
Keeton looks up at Ridley with the face of disgust. "I wouldn't think twice on paying crooks like you." He ignores Ridley's hand and crawls to his feet, still clenching his temples in an effort to soothe his excruciating pain. His vision is somewhat hazy and a few of his ribs might be broken but other then that, he was good to go.
"Listen Ridley," he says hunched over looking into the elemental's eye. "I have the worst headache, and maybe a few broken bones. I love the offer of hanging out with probably my most hated enemies lap dog, but I've got bigger fish to fry." Keeton says as he waddles back to his home unit. Without turning back the pirate mentions, "But you did spare me and for that I really do owe you one."
Back in the safety of the housing unit he stumbles off towards the direction of his Bedroom. However on his way there he notices something odd. Clockwork, Byatis, and some strange beast man were all in one room conversing with each other. He moves into the room slumped over and quite frankly looking like shit. "Who the fuck let me drink so much, my head is killing me." He replies giving a giddy chuckle. "Also who is that, and what the hell is he doing here?"
"Listen Ridley," he says hunched over looking into the elemental's eye. "I have the worst headache, and maybe a few broken bones. I love the offer of hanging out with probably my most hated enemies lap dog, but I've got bigger fish to fry." Keeton says as he waddles back to his home unit. Without turning back the pirate mentions, "But you did spare me and for that I really do owe you one."
Back in the safety of the housing unit he stumbles off towards the direction of his Bedroom. However on his way there he notices something odd. Clockwork, Byatis, and some strange beast man were all in one room conversing with each other. He moves into the room slumped over and quite frankly looking like shit. "Who the fuck let me drink so much, my head is killing me." He replies giving a giddy chuckle. "Also who is that, and what the hell is he doing here?"
"You're right that isn't much...but thanks all the same." Ciril smiles and waves slightly, "We'll do our best with that info. Sorry for waking you... " he steps out of Byatis' darkened room, nodding to Clockwork, likely sensing his suspicion. He didn't blame clockwork really... at this point, after all he'd seen and done, Ciril questioned he would trust himself if he met himself, and this made him a bit...sad. As he tried to stop these...feelings...which were not wise to have in his profession, he turned to see K2 stumbling back into the unit. "Hello K2." he paused, wondering if he should reintroduce himself.... it might be safer for the young pirate if he didn't...but he felt a twinge as he recalled his latest mission breifing. It had included K2's name in a list of those with a warrant out for them. This kid had some serious debts...and other misdemeanors. .... he looks again and wonders how long he's going to last, especially with that lack of coherence. His head coil curls and uncurls, "Its Ciril, from yesterday.. I was just here to ask your ...friend... Byatis a few questions." he offered.
Byatis watched as Ciril and Clock left him alone in his room. He plopped himself back on the bed and slowly closed his eyes. Five seconds passed. Byatis's eyes shoot open. "OH SHIT. I'M LATE." Byatis sat upright in the bed and propelled himself out the window... which he forgot to open first so the sounds of the glass shattering echoes within the housing unit. "Weeehhh." Byatis moaned and he landed on another rooftop with a few glass shards in his flesh. The sudden change in light from the darkness of his room to the artificial sunlight was jarring and he squinted all six of his eyes. "WEEH!" He shrieked in annoyance, almost falling off the roof thanks to the blinding light. Luckily, he caught himself in the nick of time. Byatis scowled as he picked off the glass from his skin. "I hate Mondays." With that, he cloaked himself and headed for the elevators that would take him down to Northern Dagojouiise, where the beastman leader would be.
He waited patiently until one of the doors opened and he hitched a ride along with others, unbeknownst to them.
He waited patiently until one of the doors opened and he hitched a ride along with others, unbeknownst to them.
Quin remained quiet after Lekan asked his question, as always. Slowly, she turned to Lekan, and replied, in a completely deadpan manner, "I shall bring myself sexual pleasure later, while thinking of this moment with great respect."
A pause.
A long pause.
Then, out of nowhere, Quin used one of the mandibles from each claw to push at corners of her mouth, creating a.... 'smile'. It was oddly cute, in a way.
.....So...apparently that was a yes.
As the concert ended, and the crowd erupted into applause, with Deunan victoriously striking a pose of salutation on stage. All the spotlights above focus on her, as she basked in the glory.
Megahertz turned to Sentinel as he got her attention. She can't help but blush at his words. "Wh...Well, I..." Of course, she had a face to save, damn it, so she looked away, turned her nose up, and smirked with her eyes closed. "Of course! Y-you should know that they call MEGAhertz for a damn good reason! A-ahahah! Hahahhaha!"
"Thank you everyone! Thank you thank you thank you thank you!!", Deunan said happily while waving at her dissipating crowd.
Quin looked at Lekan, staying silent and awaiting his lead.
Megahertz stood up and stretched her arms, before looking at her knightly companion. "So! What's next?"
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Ridley pulled back his hand, and folded his arms. "Hmmph! Fine. Your loss." Ridley simply watched as K2 walked away. As K2 disappeared into the distance, Ridley glanced around, shocked. He wondered why he let K2 go. Sure, he's only with Drakov for the money, and had no strong loyalty to them whatsoever, but there was..something else. Perhaps he saw a little bit of himself in K2.
Then again, perhaps Ridley was too lazy and apathetic to think about it more, and so he started walking towards the concert area....
....When his phone suddenly rang. Ridley groaned, and picked it up lazily. "Yo."
"Ridley. This is Vlad. Gelon is with me, and we are being chased by a lunatic. Get your ass by the ship's southern entrance, and get ready to back us up."
Ridley groaned and sagged his shoulders slightly. "Fine. I'm heading there."
Looks like he would have to miss out on this concert.
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Clockwork followed Ciril out of the room, and saw K2 as his hungover pirate buddy entered, and he waved. "Yooo! K2!" He was about to say more, but he was surprised - and amused - that the poor pirate didn't remember Ciril. He turned to Ciril, and was relieved when the snek did not take any offense to K2's.....K2-ness.
Clockwork folded his arms, and looked at K2 from head to toe. "Khe khe khe..Captain, what the hell happened to you? I know you're hungover, but..well..."
Clockwork couldn't even finish his sentence.
"I'lllllll get you a glass of water.", Clockwork stated, before tip toeing away.
A pause.
A long pause.
Then, out of nowhere, Quin used one of the mandibles from each claw to push at corners of her mouth, creating a.... 'smile'. It was oddly cute, in a way.
.....So...apparently that was a yes.
As the concert ended, and the crowd erupted into applause, with Deunan victoriously striking a pose of salutation on stage. All the spotlights above focus on her, as she basked in the glory.
Megahertz turned to Sentinel as he got her attention. She can't help but blush at his words. "Wh...Well, I..." Of course, she had a face to save, damn it, so she looked away, turned her nose up, and smirked with her eyes closed. "Of course! Y-you should know that they call MEGAhertz for a damn good reason! A-ahahah! Hahahhaha!"
"Thank you everyone! Thank you thank you thank you thank you!!", Deunan said happily while waving at her dissipating crowd.
Quin looked at Lekan, staying silent and awaiting his lead.
Megahertz stood up and stretched her arms, before looking at her knightly companion. "So! What's next?"
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Ridley pulled back his hand, and folded his arms. "Hmmph! Fine. Your loss." Ridley simply watched as K2 walked away. As K2 disappeared into the distance, Ridley glanced around, shocked. He wondered why he let K2 go. Sure, he's only with Drakov for the money, and had no strong loyalty to them whatsoever, but there was..something else. Perhaps he saw a little bit of himself in K2.
Then again, perhaps Ridley was too lazy and apathetic to think about it more, and so he started walking towards the concert area....
....When his phone suddenly rang. Ridley groaned, and picked it up lazily. "Yo."
"Ridley. This is Vlad. Gelon is with me, and we are being chased by a lunatic. Get your ass by the ship's southern entrance, and get ready to back us up."
Ridley groaned and sagged his shoulders slightly. "Fine. I'm heading there."
Looks like he would have to miss out on this concert.
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Clockwork followed Ciril out of the room, and saw K2 as his hungover pirate buddy entered, and he waved. "Yooo! K2!" He was about to say more, but he was surprised - and amused - that the poor pirate didn't remember Ciril. He turned to Ciril, and was relieved when the snek did not take any offense to K2's.....K2-ness.
Clockwork folded his arms, and looked at K2 from head to toe. "Khe khe khe..Captain, what the hell happened to you? I know you're hungover, but..well..."
Clockwork couldn't even finish his sentence.
"I'lllllll get you a glass of water.", Clockwork stated, before tip toeing away.
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Vlad quickened her pace as she heard the Gilgamesh implode. She did not need to look to know that was bad news. She glanced at Gelon, then back forward, as she ran across the rocky desert plains. "....What are you talking about? What did you do to her? It can't possibly be THAT bad." Vlad knew that Gelon tends to be very touchy, but...so far, he had only been discomforting to her and, apparently, Mosa. She wondered what could set off this....black eyed stranger, and Gelon can see her eyes giving a demanding glance to him once in a while as they run.
The heat from the blazing sun was so intense, you could probably fry an egg or two out here. Thankfully, the rocky canyons around them gave a bit of a shade. Not much, but still something.
Vlad narrowed her eyes. "I have half of what we need. The lunatic there destroyed the other half. And no, I don't have scrap, I'm a bounty hunter, not a hobo.", she said with her usual abrasive tone.
Glancing back, Vlad noticed Ophelia gaining on them, and lets out a grunt, before pulling out her communicator and calling Ridley.
"Ridley. This is Vlad. Gelon is with me, and we are being chased by a lunatic. Get your ass by the ship's southern entrance, and get ready to back us up."
After hearing Ridley's lazy reply, Vlad shut off her communicator, and stored it again. Now, back to the matter at hand. She has to come up with a plan soon, or that lunatic will kill them both. She could drop Gelon off right here, and flee with her own skin. Of course, Boris would reprimand her for "wasting his assets", and she was not in the mood for another one of his lectures. Either way, Boris would be quite interested in this lunatic. Judging by her display of metal manipulation and the corpes she found inside the back half of the Gilgamesh, Vlad easily inferred that she was responsible. Just who the hell is she? Someone with a grudge against the company, for sure.
As Vlad continued to think, they suddenly hear...a screech from above. Vlad looked up.
While the brightness of the sun partially blinded their eyes, they can still see what caused that screech - coming on to the edge of the canyons.... desert raptors. Beige and brown in color, these ferocious and intelligent pack hunters are a nuisance individually, but a threat in numbers. They screeched to the sun, calling for the rest of their pack. One by one, they leap from the top of the canyons, the claws and sickles on their feet extending as they threaten to attack Ophelia, Vlad, and Gelon alike.
"Well. Shit.", was Vlad's only comment. She had her sword on her back, but she was still holding Gelon over her shoulders. And while she could technically wield her blade one handed, it would be exhausting, inaccurate, and annoying.
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The elevator descended and opened, exposing Byatis to the view of the rocky deserts of Dagojouiise. So many rocks, so much sand. And the heat. The blistering, unbearable heat. The people around him disperse; some, wearing blue and yellow Drakov jumpsuits, were off to do maintenance on the ship. Others, wearing business suits, head off towards the Space Port offices. The "space port" was really just three landing pads and three buildings, and they were overshadowed by the rocks, the sand, the heat, and even the cacti, because at least the cacti were green and colorful.
The heat from the blazing sun was so intense, you could probably fry an egg or two out here. Thankfully, the rocky canyons around them gave a bit of a shade. Not much, but still something.
Vlad narrowed her eyes. "I have half of what we need. The lunatic there destroyed the other half. And no, I don't have scrap, I'm a bounty hunter, not a hobo.", she said with her usual abrasive tone.
Glancing back, Vlad noticed Ophelia gaining on them, and lets out a grunt, before pulling out her communicator and calling Ridley.
"Ridley. This is Vlad. Gelon is with me, and we are being chased by a lunatic. Get your ass by the ship's southern entrance, and get ready to back us up."
After hearing Ridley's lazy reply, Vlad shut off her communicator, and stored it again. Now, back to the matter at hand. She has to come up with a plan soon, or that lunatic will kill them both. She could drop Gelon off right here, and flee with her own skin. Of course, Boris would reprimand her for "wasting his assets", and she was not in the mood for another one of his lectures. Either way, Boris would be quite interested in this lunatic. Judging by her display of metal manipulation and the corpes she found inside the back half of the Gilgamesh, Vlad easily inferred that she was responsible. Just who the hell is she? Someone with a grudge against the company, for sure.
As Vlad continued to think, they suddenly hear...a screech from above. Vlad looked up.
While the brightness of the sun partially blinded their eyes, they can still see what caused that screech - coming on to the edge of the canyons.... desert raptors. Beige and brown in color, these ferocious and intelligent pack hunters are a nuisance individually, but a threat in numbers. They screeched to the sun, calling for the rest of their pack. One by one, they leap from the top of the canyons, the claws and sickles on their feet extending as they threaten to attack Ophelia, Vlad, and Gelon alike.
"Well. Shit.", was Vlad's only comment. She had her sword on her back, but she was still holding Gelon over her shoulders. And while she could technically wield her blade one handed, it would be exhausting, inaccurate, and annoying.
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The elevator descended and opened, exposing Byatis to the view of the rocky deserts of Dagojouiise. So many rocks, so much sand. And the heat. The blistering, unbearable heat. The people around him disperse; some, wearing blue and yellow Drakov jumpsuits, were off to do maintenance on the ship. Others, wearing business suits, head off towards the Space Port offices. The "space port" was really just three landing pads and three buildings, and they were overshadowed by the rocks, the sand, the heat, and even the cacti, because at least the cacti were green and colorful.
"yes I did something that bad, but it was my only option so I....twisted her breast" Gelon said and sigh "I don't play that foul usually but she left me no choose! She destroyed my only weapon" He said in his defense hoping Vlad could understand
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As they got surrounded gelon had to save Vlad he wasn't gone sacrifice her for the data or his skin "put me down!" Gelon ordered "no but and find cover" he said and ready his KE module to make massive waves. As Vlad put him down and got to cover Gelon sigh "dead man walking living land" he said in a tune and connect the wires sending a huge KE wave forcing everything to come in touch to be pushed back and the metal of Ophelia pulverized but his modules weren't affected "the dead might have rest but this dead man never rests" he sang and kept sending out pulses. If reinforcements didn't come quick this could get fatal but he knew it wouldn't get that far "cause this dead man lost a bet with death"
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As they got surrounded gelon had to save Vlad he wasn't gone sacrifice her for the data or his skin "put me down!" Gelon ordered "no but and find cover" he said and ready his KE module to make massive waves. As Vlad put him down and got to cover Gelon sigh "dead man walking living land" he said in a tune and connect the wires sending a huge KE wave forcing everything to come in touch to be pushed back and the metal of Ophelia pulverized but his modules weren't affected "the dead might have rest but this dead man never rests" he sang and kept sending out pulses. If reinforcements didn't come quick this could get fatal but he knew it wouldn't get that far "cause this dead man lost a bet with death"
Ophelia, caught up pretty close to them on her makeshift metal 'hoverboard' and she quickly noticed the desert raptors. Before she could back off, she felt Gelon's KE pulses. Luckily she watched some of her metal shards get bent out of shape, so she could track the wave visibly. Ophelia managed to take cover, near Vlad. Ophelia locked eyes with Vlad momentarily in a look that almost said 'you work with this idiot?' From behind her cover, she brought most of her metal shards with her both to provide more cover as well as shade. She watched as the KE pulse made some of the raptors go flying, and cripple more of them. Ophelia knew she damaged those modules when she stepped on them earlier. She would just have wait this one out but she kept an eye on both of them.
Byatis hissed when he was welcomed with a smack in the face of heat. He hated Dagojouiise already. He glanced around at the various crowds. This planet was completely foreign for him. He scowled once more. He had to contact Darkstar again. "Stupid...planet.." he muttered to himself as he activated his mental comm system. 'Darkstaaaaaar. I'm on the planet now. if you could give me direction, that'd be dandy" Even using his thoughts, Byatis forced sincerity.
The setting changes from North Dagojouiise to F.S.S. Realta Nua
"Sorry mate I don't remember you but obviously we have met before." Keeton says to Ciril as he walks out of the door. He stares back at clockwork with a confused expression plastered on his face. Keeton looks over to Byatis still laying in bed being as snooty as ever, Keeton flicks a small object on to Byatis trying to be as discreet as possible. The device lands right in the mane of the rouge's tentacles. Keeton and clockwork leave the room together.
Keeton pulls out a pencil and writes a message to clockwork on the wall. I think they have the room bugged, it reads. Darkov is on the ship and looking for me. He continues to write, we need to find a safe location meet me at the concert I'll explain there. tell a joke clocks so we don't look suspicious, Keeton gives a good fake laugh towards the cheesy joke and leaves the unit.
Keeton pulls out a pencil and writes a message to clockwork on the wall. I think they have the room bugged, it reads. Darkov is on the ship and looking for me. He continues to write, we need to find a safe location meet me at the concert I'll explain there. tell a joke clocks so we don't look suspicious, Keeton gives a good fake laugh towards the cheesy joke and leaves the unit.
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Sentinel laughed at Megahertz's response, deep yet light. She acted so funny at times. Looking around, he saw that some stayed there, hoping to catch a glance of Deunan, while many others ambled away now that the show was done. Megahertz's question was a good one. What was there to do now? The rest of the day was open as the ship wouldn't be leaving until the cargo had been installed. I could go and see about my other idea, he thought, then shook that away. Maybe later, but not right now. He didn't want to give any hint away.
Starting up slowly as Megahertz stretched, he looked around the ship, at least what was visible to him. There was certainly a variety of things to do, but which one to do first. An idea came and he turned back towards her. "Tell me, would you like to try and meet a galactic music star?" he said, a hint of excitement and mischief in his voice. There were probably already dozens, if not hundreds, trying to meet Deunan personally, but he believed in his chances.
Gazing around, he spotted Lekan and Quin standing in another section of the seating, deciding where to go just as Megahertz and he were doing at that moment. Pointing them out to Megahertz, he queried, "Ah, there are Quin and Lekan, the two that helped us yesterday. Do you think they would be interested?"
Starting up slowly as Megahertz stretched, he looked around the ship, at least what was visible to him. There was certainly a variety of things to do, but which one to do first. An idea came and he turned back towards her. "Tell me, would you like to try and meet a galactic music star?" he said, a hint of excitement and mischief in his voice. There were probably already dozens, if not hundreds, trying to meet Deunan personally, but he believed in his chances.
Gazing around, he spotted Lekan and Quin standing in another section of the seating, deciding where to go just as Megahertz and he were doing at that moment. Pointing them out to Megahertz, he queried, "Ah, there are Quin and Lekan, the two that helped us yesterday. Do you think they would be interested?"
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Quin's reply most certainly threw Lekan for a loop. "I didn't mean that kind of enjoyment, cleverbeak," he replied wryly. He could only assume that she was being sarcastic, a suspicion presumably confirmed not much later when Quin made a "smile" by poking up the corners of her mouth with the mandibles on those arm cannons. Despite being a non-humanoid, Lekan found the gesture strangely adorable. It also seemed to say to him that, even though she wasn't smiling on the outside, it didn't mean that she wasn't smiling within.
When the concert had finally come to an end and the audience started to leave, the Ondari was aware that Quin was waiting for him to do something, and it made him feel a little self-conscious. He noticed that, rather than leave the stage immediately, the Interstellar Rose lingered about for a bit. Hey, it wasn't every day you got to meet a galactic celebrity. As he moved in the direction of the stage, he spotted Sentinel and Megahertz elsewhere in the stands, much easier to see now that most of the crowd had left. Pointing them out to Quin, Lekan waved to them. If they wanted to talk, then it could surely wait a few minutes.
When the concert had finally come to an end and the audience started to leave, the Ondari was aware that Quin was waiting for him to do something, and it made him feel a little self-conscious. He noticed that, rather than leave the stage immediately, the Interstellar Rose lingered about for a bit. Hey, it wasn't every day you got to meet a galactic celebrity. As he moved in the direction of the stage, he spotted Sentinel and Megahertz elsewhere in the stands, much easier to see now that most of the crowd had left. Pointing them out to Quin, Lekan waved to them. If they wanted to talk, then it could surely wait a few minutes.
As Byatis dashed away, Cirils sharp eyes saw the small device fly to Byatis. Ciril guessed the intention and he had to say he was both pleased and impressed. True, K2 was a pirate but that didn't matter. With his tendency to ..talk a lot... and possible underworld connections, he'd be useful to have around
The pirate's attempt at subtly was not very good, as it was obvious he was writing on the walls. Even if he was better, a well trained agent like Ciril would be able to pick this up. Casually he followed Clockwork and K2, invited or not, smiling pleasantly and acting as if he had been there all along. They were outside the unit before he spoke. "I've been reassigned to your group, so I may actually be able to help you, K2. No promises but its something."
The pirate's attempt at subtly was not very good, as it was obvious he was writing on the walls. Even if he was better, a well trained agent like Ciril would be able to pick this up. Casually he followed Clockwork and K2, invited or not, smiling pleasantly and acting as if he had been there all along. They were outside the unit before he spoke. "I've been reassigned to your group, so I may actually be able to help you, K2. No promises but its something."
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Vlad stared at Gelon in disbelief, very nearly dropping him off right there and then when Gelon mentioned what he'd done. However, she was not an easily distracted person, and so she continued running. She racked her brain for an appropriate reaction, eventually settliing for a simple, disgusted, "...Oh my goooooooooooooooooood."
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Vlad complied with Gelon's request. Suit himself, she thought. Maybe he'd be a nice distraction, she figured. Vlad leaped over and took cover behind a rock, watching Gelon as she unsheathed her buster sword. She glanced at Ophelia as the lunatic took cover next to her. Having discovered what Gelon did, Vlad could only respond to Ophelia's baffled stare with one of...embarassment. And sympathy. But mostly embarassment, before looking at Gelon showing off.
"Bastard's trying so hard to recover his masculinity.", Vlad snarkily whispered. She decided not to do anything - both out of curiosity on how long Gelon would last, and a tiny bit of sympathy. As much as she disliked Gelon, she couldn't help but feel a little bad at how much Ophelia seemingly emasculated him. Granted, this sympathy was slightly marred by Gelon's admitting of his sexual harassment.....but Vlad had always had a soft spot for idiots. Like Gelon and Mosa.
Gelon's attacks work quite well, though - the desert raptors were easily repelled by his kinetic module. Some were hurled towards sharp rocks, others were smashed head first onto the durable canyon walls, and even more were forced on to each other, crushing on impact.
The Raptors weren't done though...about six or seven more were approaching Gelon from his left side, screeching and shrieking violently. They ran quite fast, and were preparing to tackle him....
Vlad's helmet's sensors picked up more screeches....from above and behind her and Ophelia. As the Raptors bull-rushed them, Vlad quicly spun, took a step forward and swung her buster sword with surprising speed and strength, cleaving three raptors in half with one blow with her enormous weapon. She missed a couple though, who set their predatory eyes on Ophelia.
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Darkstar replied to Byatis in his deadpan, synthetic voice. "Never thought you'd be the dandy type." Obviously, Darkstar was smart enough to know Byatis meant the other meaning of 'dandy'....but despite (or maybe because of) being a synthetic, Darkstar couldn't help but try to be a wise ass once in a while.
Darkstar paused as he searched his database. "It is currently 13:12 PM. Chief Garush is expected to hunt at the Do'gaki caves in the North Dagojouiise Canyons, northeast of your position."
A 'marker' was placed northeast of Byatis. Not too far. Must be a cave somewhere amongst those grand, rocky structures. Should be quite fun to climb.
"The Beastman Chief will be hunting with his axe-brothers. They may prove to be excellent witnesses, to make sure the bodies are discovered quickly.", Darkstar continued expositing. He then stayed silent and lets Byatis process the information.
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Vlad complied with Gelon's request. Suit himself, she thought. Maybe he'd be a nice distraction, she figured. Vlad leaped over and took cover behind a rock, watching Gelon as she unsheathed her buster sword. She glanced at Ophelia as the lunatic took cover next to her. Having discovered what Gelon did, Vlad could only respond to Ophelia's baffled stare with one of...embarassment. And sympathy. But mostly embarassment, before looking at Gelon showing off.
"Bastard's trying so hard to recover his masculinity.", Vlad snarkily whispered. She decided not to do anything - both out of curiosity on how long Gelon would last, and a tiny bit of sympathy. As much as she disliked Gelon, she couldn't help but feel a little bad at how much Ophelia seemingly emasculated him. Granted, this sympathy was slightly marred by Gelon's admitting of his sexual harassment.....but Vlad had always had a soft spot for idiots. Like Gelon and Mosa.
Gelon's attacks work quite well, though - the desert raptors were easily repelled by his kinetic module. Some were hurled towards sharp rocks, others were smashed head first onto the durable canyon walls, and even more were forced on to each other, crushing on impact.
The Raptors weren't done though...about six or seven more were approaching Gelon from his left side, screeching and shrieking violently. They ran quite fast, and were preparing to tackle him....
Vlad's helmet's sensors picked up more screeches....from above and behind her and Ophelia. As the Raptors bull-rushed them, Vlad quicly spun, took a step forward and swung her buster sword with surprising speed and strength, cleaving three raptors in half with one blow with her enormous weapon. She missed a couple though, who set their predatory eyes on Ophelia.
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Darkstar replied to Byatis in his deadpan, synthetic voice. "Never thought you'd be the dandy type." Obviously, Darkstar was smart enough to know Byatis meant the other meaning of 'dandy'....but despite (or maybe because of) being a synthetic, Darkstar couldn't help but try to be a wise ass once in a while.
Darkstar paused as he searched his database. "It is currently 13:12 PM. Chief Garush is expected to hunt at the Do'gaki caves in the North Dagojouiise Canyons, northeast of your position."
A 'marker' was placed northeast of Byatis. Not too far. Must be a cave somewhere amongst those grand, rocky structures. Should be quite fun to climb.
"The Beastman Chief will be hunting with his axe-brothers. They may prove to be excellent witnesses, to make sure the bodies are discovered quickly.", Darkstar continued expositing. He then stayed silent and lets Byatis process the information.
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Megahertz turned to Sentinel as he asked his question. "Hmmmmmmmmm~", she murmured, and stroke her chin. She found the excitement in Sentinel's voice quite..adorable, and replied in a flirting tone, "I don't know...would you?". She seemed to greatly approve whenever Sentinel showed a hint of emotion, and though there was a certain....devilishness to her smile, there was no doubt that she was happy.
Megahertz looked at where Sentinel pointed. And suddenly widened her eyes in remembrance. "Wait! Lekan!! Ahhh! I forgot, we still need to fix that pirate's junk!", Megahertz's manic tone returned almost immediately.
Quin gazed at Sentinel and Megahertz while hovering. Almost instantly, she hovered towards the odd couple, easily floating over the many chairs. She stopped in front of the two, and with an unemotive face, she asked, bluntly, "How was your date?"
Megahertz, as usual stammered and shook her head, before folding her arms and pouting. "Y-you nosy bug! How was YOUR date?!".
Quin's expression did not change, as she replied calmly and directly, "There was no date. Me and Lekan are just friends. GEHENNA is the one I will marry."
Quin's statement was so....bizzarre and alien, that Megahertz was left speechless, with her jaw hanging open.
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"........"
Clockwork was rather....amazed....at K2's complete lack of subtlety. She glanced at Ciril with disbelief, before shrugging and chuckling. He decided to play along for now with his hungover captain. "Alrighty. Let's go!" By the volume of that voice, it was obvious that he directed those words at both K2 and Ciril.
Clockwork nodded at Ciril's words while folding his arms and looking around the neighborhood. A synthetic, a snek, and a sailor. Quite the unique trio, if he could think so himself.
Eventually, they arrive at the park, and saw the stage hands already packing up. Some of the crowd had already left, while quite a few were circling a smiling and laughing pink-haired girl, who seemed to be giving out photographs and high fives.
"Bummer, looks like we're late.", Clockwork murmured, though as usual, it didn't sound like he regretted it too much, if at all. Looking around, he decided to make a bad joke.
"Hey guys, what do they call a rat that eats pies?"
Clockwork didn't wait long before he surrendered the answer to his horrendous joke; "A pie-rat! KHEKHEKHEKHEKHEKHEKHEKHEKHE!!", his whole body seemed to rattle as he let out his odd laugh, the head in particular looking like a bobblehead.
Megahertz looked at where Sentinel pointed. And suddenly widened her eyes in remembrance. "Wait! Lekan!! Ahhh! I forgot, we still need to fix that pirate's junk!", Megahertz's manic tone returned almost immediately.
Quin gazed at Sentinel and Megahertz while hovering. Almost instantly, she hovered towards the odd couple, easily floating over the many chairs. She stopped in front of the two, and with an unemotive face, she asked, bluntly, "How was your date?"
Megahertz, as usual stammered and shook her head, before folding her arms and pouting. "Y-you nosy bug! How was YOUR date?!".
Quin's expression did not change, as she replied calmly and directly, "There was no date. Me and Lekan are just friends. GEHENNA is the one I will marry."
Quin's statement was so....bizzarre and alien, that Megahertz was left speechless, with her jaw hanging open.
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"........"
Clockwork was rather....amazed....at K2's complete lack of subtlety. She glanced at Ciril with disbelief, before shrugging and chuckling. He decided to play along for now with his hungover captain. "Alrighty. Let's go!" By the volume of that voice, it was obvious that he directed those words at both K2 and Ciril.
Clockwork nodded at Ciril's words while folding his arms and looking around the neighborhood. A synthetic, a snek, and a sailor. Quite the unique trio, if he could think so himself.
Eventually, they arrive at the park, and saw the stage hands already packing up. Some of the crowd had already left, while quite a few were circling a smiling and laughing pink-haired girl, who seemed to be giving out photographs and high fives.
"Bummer, looks like we're late.", Clockwork murmured, though as usual, it didn't sound like he regretted it too much, if at all. Looking around, he decided to make a bad joke.
"Hey guys, what do they call a rat that eats pies?"
Clockwork didn't wait long before he surrendered the answer to his horrendous joke; "A pie-rat! KHEKHEKHEKHEKHEKHEKHEKHEKHE!!", his whole body seemed to rattle as he let out his odd laugh, the head in particular looking like a bobblehead.
The setting changes from Stratevaria Galaxy to North Dagojouiise
"cause I'm a dead man walking living land" he sang as last not and hold the wires together sending out a huge dome of KE forcing all raptors back but that left his KE module over heated for now so he had to act quick "that was the last one!" He yelled and got his small flamethrower, enough to clear out a few rooms but not to fight with "I hope Ridley can hurry his ass over here" he said to Vlad and keep his flamethrower ready incase the lizards didn't back off
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(god damnit I apologize...)
The buzz finally wore off, and Keeton had gotten through the worst of his headaches. He was aware of his surroundings and made sure of it. Unfortunately he had not planned that Ciril was the one to bug the house, but was not completely shocked to find he was waiting for them outside of the unit. Hopefully he would not be a threat.
The group moved over to where the concert was held, and there they found the lovebirds followed by a floating squid and bug lady. Clockwork makes a terrible pirate pun, but Keeton gives a pity laugh because he feels even in his state of sobriety, that he loves the machine known as Clockwork as a brother. Despite him being made out of metal. Sentinel however has caught the eye of Keeton for the first time and he was starting to second guess his affiliation with the war machine.
"Hey! Times up, I need my gun." Keeton for once sounds very serious and complacent about his order. He also seems very distracted as only his mechanical "pupil" moves from right to left across the small LED screen placed in his eye socket. "Seriously Mega i need the freaking gu-"
Out of the corner of his human eye, Keeton spies a figure like he had never seen before. The pink haired woman, dressed in the most adorable outfit. Her gentle personality, her sweet expression, and her ravishing Blue eyes was all it took for our dear captain. He had to meet her, but now was not the time. After a good 4 second stare, Keeton looked back to Mega "Shit he is already on Dagojouiise, we have to go." Keeton finally says nodding to Ciril.
"Can you get us a shuttle to the surface?" He asks the Snek.
The buzz finally wore off, and Keeton had gotten through the worst of his headaches. He was aware of his surroundings and made sure of it. Unfortunately he had not planned that Ciril was the one to bug the house, but was not completely shocked to find he was waiting for them outside of the unit. Hopefully he would not be a threat.
The group moved over to where the concert was held, and there they found the lovebirds followed by a floating squid and bug lady. Clockwork makes a terrible pirate pun, but Keeton gives a pity laugh because he feels even in his state of sobriety, that he loves the machine known as Clockwork as a brother. Despite him being made out of metal. Sentinel however has caught the eye of Keeton for the first time and he was starting to second guess his affiliation with the war machine.
"Hey! Times up, I need my gun." Keeton for once sounds very serious and complacent about his order. He also seems very distracted as only his mechanical "pupil" moves from right to left across the small LED screen placed in his eye socket. "Seriously Mega i need the freaking gu-"
Out of the corner of his human eye, Keeton spies a figure like he had never seen before. The pink haired woman, dressed in the most adorable outfit. Her gentle personality, her sweet expression, and her ravishing Blue eyes was all it took for our dear captain. He had to meet her, but now was not the time. After a good 4 second stare, Keeton looked back to Mega "Shit he is already on Dagojouiise, we have to go." Keeton finally says nodding to Ciril.
"Can you get us a shuttle to the surface?" He asks the Snek.
As Megahertz began panicking about K2's gun once again, he crouched down. "As I said earlier, don't worry yourself over K2's gun. Let me take care of that. It'll be fine," he said, attempting to soother her. She was quite apprehensive about it, that he could tell. Most likely because of what had happened yesterday. K2 may have apologized to her, but he had nevertheless made a death threat of sorts. "Just let me talk to him if he asks about it."
Extending back to a standing position, he saw Quin floating over to them in a nonchalant manner. It seemed maybe they were interested in talking. He did not at all expect her next statement. As soon as the words left Quin's mouth, he backed up a step out of shock, quite confounded and slightly embarrassed. Was that what it seemed like to others? Had it really looked like a date? Or was he just trying to hide that fact from himself. Maybe it had been one after all. He laughed at the absurdity of it all.
Just as strange was Quin's statement about marrying GEHENNA. So that was why she was going to Megido. If he remembered correctly, Genesiors were usually married by the time they got to Quin's age. That made her an outlier. What even was GEHENNA? If Quin did somehow manage to marry...it, then he felt a bemused pity towards the thing. Sentinel certainly knew who would control the marriage.
Spying K2, Clockwork, and Ciril out of the corner of his eye, he turned to face the party. It seemed that he would have to deal with K2's gun earlier than he had expected. Waiting as they approached, he thinks about what to do. He could ask Lekan if it would be possible to repair it on the spot, but that might not be possible. Taking it to the repair facilities probably wouldn't appeal to K2 greatly as he seemed hurried already. It seemed there was no other way to go about it.
"K2, we do not have your gun fixed as of yet but will do so as soon as possible. As you are in a hurry and in need of a weapon, I offer you the services of one of my particle cannons," Sentinel declared. Unclipping one of the cannons from his leg, he held the weapon out towards K2 in an offering position.
Extending back to a standing position, he saw Quin floating over to them in a nonchalant manner. It seemed maybe they were interested in talking. He did not at all expect her next statement. As soon as the words left Quin's mouth, he backed up a step out of shock, quite confounded and slightly embarrassed. Was that what it seemed like to others? Had it really looked like a date? Or was he just trying to hide that fact from himself. Maybe it had been one after all. He laughed at the absurdity of it all.
Just as strange was Quin's statement about marrying GEHENNA. So that was why she was going to Megido. If he remembered correctly, Genesiors were usually married by the time they got to Quin's age. That made her an outlier. What even was GEHENNA? If Quin did somehow manage to marry...it, then he felt a bemused pity towards the thing. Sentinel certainly knew who would control the marriage.
Spying K2, Clockwork, and Ciril out of the corner of his eye, he turned to face the party. It seemed that he would have to deal with K2's gun earlier than he had expected. Waiting as they approached, he thinks about what to do. He could ask Lekan if it would be possible to repair it on the spot, but that might not be possible. Taking it to the repair facilities probably wouldn't appeal to K2 greatly as he seemed hurried already. It seemed there was no other way to go about it.
"K2, we do not have your gun fixed as of yet but will do so as soon as possible. As you are in a hurry and in need of a weapon, I offer you the services of one of my particle cannons," Sentinel declared. Unclipping one of the cannons from his leg, he held the weapon out towards K2 in an offering position.
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Ophelia watched as the raptors drew near. She glanced over quickly and saw Vlad cut three of them down in one strike. Just as the raptors were close enough, Ophelia sent three jagged shards at each raptor, cleaving cleanly through their skulls. She stood up once the KE blast was over, but suddenly one last raptor chomped down at her deformed arm. Though instead of the chomping of flesh, the clash of teeth on shell could be heard. Ophelia scowled at the raptor, and with her free hand, grabbed savagely into it's eye sockets and pulled until the top half of it's skull was torn from the bottom half. It's blood sprayed over part of her face and her jacket. She then turned to Vlad and Gelon, unfazed by what she just did. Few of her metal shards remained but she showed no signs of backing down. She would make Drakov Industries pay by any means she could. And not with money.
Ophelia kicked up sand and let the wind of the Dagojouiisian valley do the rest, as the wind carried the sand up, making a sandscreen to hinder their vision. Suddenly, Vlad feels an unseen force pull her and is grabbed by a carapaced arm, keeping her in a choke hold. Ophelia used Vlad's metal armour to pull her, and keep her from moving. Vlad could see up close the look in this 'lunatic's' eyes. There was anger but also pain.
Ophelia kicked up sand and let the wind of the Dagojouiisian valley do the rest, as the wind carried the sand up, making a sandscreen to hinder their vision. Suddenly, Vlad feels an unseen force pull her and is grabbed by a carapaced arm, keeping her in a choke hold. Ophelia used Vlad's metal armour to pull her, and keep her from moving. Vlad could see up close the look in this 'lunatic's' eyes. There was anger but also pain.
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Cubey was lost. Well, that wasn't entirely true. Cubey knew he was on a really big ship. Super big. Maybe even bigger than his house. No, Cubey was sure, this place was bigger than his house, maybe more than Neopolis even. It was called the Realta Nue, that much he knew, and it had lots of people from Neopolis like him too. The problem with that was, despite there being tons of cool shops, a park, and lots of other cool stuff Cubey hadn't seen a lot of before or completely new things, the so called 'Super Duper' one couldn't really figure out the maps they left up around the place for visitors. It truly was mind-boggling for the child-minded mutant.
He peered around the place he managed to wander into now, eyeing up his surroundings of the park in wonderment as he sucked on the straw to a carton of orange juice, branded with some kind of superhero mascot it seemed. It looked like managed to end up back in the park again, with it's lush vibrant surroundings of tons of beautiful and not so beautiful green life and wide open space, seeming a little meek due to being in an ship as large as this was very new to him, especially from having lived in that facility for so long. It was a lot to take in for a 7 year old boy. Well, a heavily mutated fur beastman that was convinced he was 7 with gravity manipulation powers and sensory antennae, anyway. Among the large number of folks he noticed a small group of very varied individuals seeming to having all sorts of discussion, which Cubey bet they were all super best buddies. He suddenly felt a little lonely, wishing he had brought one of his carers or some of his toys to keep him company when he left home. He decided to stare at them for a little while looking at each of their faces, hiding ineffectively behind a skinny palm tree.
One was a purple robot-looking man with multiple red eyes, that seemed to have no smell on him as far as Cubey could tell. He looked like one of the robots from Rainbow Rangers, and made him laugh when he told a joke, murmuring under his breath the word 'pie-rats' with a grin as he watched the synthetic rattle about.
The second one, who just laughed along with the purple synthetic's joke too, was a human dressed much like a pirate, with a cybernetic implant over one eye and smelled really bad of some special drink that Cubey remembered one of the carers drinking before. Maybe it was rum. Pirates like drinking rum didn't they. Cubey wasn't sure if he should of been worried or not, as the pirate man started demanding his weapon back to a pretty girl dressed with a skirt an tie and had weird glowing blue eyes and tentacle things in her long black hair, that smelled weird, like she was two people than just one human. He just hoped the pirate wasn't a meanie one and would hurt him and people, Cubey didn't know how to get to Megido, and this ship was his best bet, the reason why he did his best to sneak on-board. Whether he was actually spotted by anyone then he didn't know.
What he did know was that another robot guy, this one looking more like some solider in black armor, who also didn't smell of anything, had just offered the pirate man one of his cannons, which made Cubey worried if they were all bad guys.
He looked at the others present carefully to see if they were meanies, which included a blue squid-thing that didn't smell as fishy as Cubey thought, which he was almost as surprised as when the big bug lady with her smaller bug friend didn't smell gross either. The cyborg snek wearing sunglasses however smelled much like expected, of reptilian skin and metal parts.
Cubey then knocked aside his interest in the strangers quickly however when he noticed some pretty girl with pink hair and a rather fancy outfit crowded around by quite a few people in front of a stage. It didn't take him very long to realize she was none other than Deunan Knight, intergalactic pop sensation! Not to mention the singer for one of the opening themes of his favorite TV show ever, Rainbow Rangers. He was struck in awe and amazement for a few moments, ceasing from drinking his juice box to leave his jaw hang open in shock. He then shook himself out of the trance before scrambling over to the crowd to her too, shoving the juice box in his pocket, excited and ecstatic he now had the chance to meet such a celebrity. When he got to the surrounding fans, trying his best to push and shove between them, calling out to Deunan; "Hey! Hello! Hi! Hiya! It's really Deunan Knight! Wow, this is so cool! You did the song for Rainbow Rangers! It's my most fave show ever!Your awesome and sing really, really, really good and ummmm, you look pretty!"
With the last comment Cubey blushed a bit, embarrassed at shouting out the compliments, before realizing he didn't have a paper for an autograph with frown, acting disheartened before brightening back up as he began remembering the juice carton.
"Ummmm would you sign my Rainbow Ranger juice box?" he asked as he pulled said juice box out of his pocket, waving it about in the air before accidentally pouring it's contents on his own head. The boxy beastman mutant froze up for a few moments in the middle of the crowd as he realized what happened and that he just embarrassed himself in front of a famous person. He then took what was the only logical solution in his mind. He began to cry.
He peered around the place he managed to wander into now, eyeing up his surroundings of the park in wonderment as he sucked on the straw to a carton of orange juice, branded with some kind of superhero mascot it seemed. It looked like managed to end up back in the park again, with it's lush vibrant surroundings of tons of beautiful and not so beautiful green life and wide open space, seeming a little meek due to being in an ship as large as this was very new to him, especially from having lived in that facility for so long. It was a lot to take in for a 7 year old boy. Well, a heavily mutated fur beastman that was convinced he was 7 with gravity manipulation powers and sensory antennae, anyway. Among the large number of folks he noticed a small group of very varied individuals seeming to having all sorts of discussion, which Cubey bet they were all super best buddies. He suddenly felt a little lonely, wishing he had brought one of his carers or some of his toys to keep him company when he left home. He decided to stare at them for a little while looking at each of their faces, hiding ineffectively behind a skinny palm tree.
One was a purple robot-looking man with multiple red eyes, that seemed to have no smell on him as far as Cubey could tell. He looked like one of the robots from Rainbow Rangers, and made him laugh when he told a joke, murmuring under his breath the word 'pie-rats' with a grin as he watched the synthetic rattle about.
The second one, who just laughed along with the purple synthetic's joke too, was a human dressed much like a pirate, with a cybernetic implant over one eye and smelled really bad of some special drink that Cubey remembered one of the carers drinking before. Maybe it was rum. Pirates like drinking rum didn't they. Cubey wasn't sure if he should of been worried or not, as the pirate man started demanding his weapon back to a pretty girl dressed with a skirt an tie and had weird glowing blue eyes and tentacle things in her long black hair, that smelled weird, like she was two people than just one human. He just hoped the pirate wasn't a meanie one and would hurt him and people, Cubey didn't know how to get to Megido, and this ship was his best bet, the reason why he did his best to sneak on-board. Whether he was actually spotted by anyone then he didn't know.
What he did know was that another robot guy, this one looking more like some solider in black armor, who also didn't smell of anything, had just offered the pirate man one of his cannons, which made Cubey worried if they were all bad guys.
He looked at the others present carefully to see if they were meanies, which included a blue squid-thing that didn't smell as fishy as Cubey thought, which he was almost as surprised as when the big bug lady with her smaller bug friend didn't smell gross either. The cyborg snek wearing sunglasses however smelled much like expected, of reptilian skin and metal parts.
Cubey then knocked aside his interest in the strangers quickly however when he noticed some pretty girl with pink hair and a rather fancy outfit crowded around by quite a few people in front of a stage. It didn't take him very long to realize she was none other than Deunan Knight, intergalactic pop sensation! Not to mention the singer for one of the opening themes of his favorite TV show ever, Rainbow Rangers. He was struck in awe and amazement for a few moments, ceasing from drinking his juice box to leave his jaw hang open in shock. He then shook himself out of the trance before scrambling over to the crowd to her too, shoving the juice box in his pocket, excited and ecstatic he now had the chance to meet such a celebrity. When he got to the surrounding fans, trying his best to push and shove between them, calling out to Deunan; "Hey! Hello! Hi! Hiya! It's really Deunan Knight! Wow, this is so cool! You did the song for Rainbow Rangers! It's my most fave show ever!Your awesome and sing really, really, really good and ummmm, you look pretty!"
With the last comment Cubey blushed a bit, embarrassed at shouting out the compliments, before realizing he didn't have a paper for an autograph with frown, acting disheartened before brightening back up as he began remembering the juice carton.
"Ummmm would you sign my Rainbow Ranger juice box?" he asked as he pulled said juice box out of his pocket, waving it about in the air before accidentally pouring it's contents on his own head. The boxy beastman mutant froze up for a few moments in the middle of the crowd as he realized what happened and that he just embarrassed himself in front of a famous person. He then took what was the only logical solution in his mind. He began to cry.
At first Lekan thought that Quin's statement about GEHENNA was just another joke, but her lack of anything to denote her attempt at humour made him realise that she really was serious about marrying the thing. The Ondari looked almost as astonished as Megahertz as he made a mental note to ask Quin later why she wanted to do such a thing.
Just then he saw a whole host of assorted individuals approach them. Or, more accurately, Sentinel and Megahertz. This new group seemed to be led by a human with a cybernetic eye, who was complaining about a gun. Listening to Sentinel, Lekan saw an opportunity and piped up right on cue.
"That wouldn't be necessary, Sentinel," he said, amused at the thought of the human trying to lift what looked like a rather heavy particle cannon. "If you would be so kind as to let me take a look, I should have enough raw materials to repair it." When the gun had been passed over to Lekan, he turned it over and over in his main arms, seemingly only relying on his sense of touch. "Let's see... energy-based sidearm, shouldn't be too difficult," he thought out loud. "Some other bits rattling round inside it, not too sure what those are for." The ends of his arms pressed against the more ruined parts of the weapon, emitting a faint blue glow as the nano-fabricators repaired the damage. Since the object was relatively small compared to a combat synthetic, there was no need to take it apart to repair the internals. At least, the parts Lekan was familiar with. After a short while, the firearm had been restored to working condition and he handed it back to Sentinel.
"The capacitors had been fried, so I had to reassemble those from scratch," he explained. "It'll fire, but that's about it. There was some non-standard tech in there that I didn't want to go messing about with in case I ended up making it worse. I'm a technician, not a gunsmith." He decided to linger for a bit in case they decided to pay him, although Lekan really wanted to go and meet the Interstellar Rose. Hopefully she wasn't in too much of a hurry...
Just then he saw a whole host of assorted individuals approach them. Or, more accurately, Sentinel and Megahertz. This new group seemed to be led by a human with a cybernetic eye, who was complaining about a gun. Listening to Sentinel, Lekan saw an opportunity and piped up right on cue.
"That wouldn't be necessary, Sentinel," he said, amused at the thought of the human trying to lift what looked like a rather heavy particle cannon. "If you would be so kind as to let me take a look, I should have enough raw materials to repair it." When the gun had been passed over to Lekan, he turned it over and over in his main arms, seemingly only relying on his sense of touch. "Let's see... energy-based sidearm, shouldn't be too difficult," he thought out loud. "Some other bits rattling round inside it, not too sure what those are for." The ends of his arms pressed against the more ruined parts of the weapon, emitting a faint blue glow as the nano-fabricators repaired the damage. Since the object was relatively small compared to a combat synthetic, there was no need to take it apart to repair the internals. At least, the parts Lekan was familiar with. After a short while, the firearm had been restored to working condition and he handed it back to Sentinel.
"The capacitors had been fried, so I had to reassemble those from scratch," he explained. "It'll fire, but that's about it. There was some non-standard tech in there that I didn't want to go messing about with in case I ended up making it worse. I'm a technician, not a gunsmith." He decided to linger for a bit in case they decided to pay him, although Lekan really wanted to go and meet the Interstellar Rose. Hopefully she wasn't in too much of a hurry...
Sentinel watched as Lekan took Jolly Roger from him and began tinkering with the weapon. None of what Lekan was doing made any sense to Sentinel, but then he hadn't been made to perform the duties of a technician or weapon-smith, nor had he taken an interest in the craft. Keeping an eye trained on the pirate, he stayed ready in case the man went ballistic again.
Lekan finished and handed the gun to Sentinel. Bowing shortly to the Ondari, he said, "Once again, I thank you for your assistance Lekan. You have been truly helpful to us." Hooking the particle cannon back to his leg, he offered the now repaired gun to K2, grip extended in his direction.
"I believe this belongs to you," he uttered. As K2 took the weapon, he let his arm fall back down to his side and opened another compartment in his armor, one that he hadn't used often as a synthetic. Pulling out a credit chip filled with cash Sentinel had procured over his lifetime, give or take the times he had bought or returned stuff, it was probably enough to pay for the repairs. There was another chip inside, but he had something planned for that money.
"Not much is on the card, but hopefully it is enough to pay for the services you have provided us. I pray it is satisfactory, he announced, extending the chip towards Lekan. If it wasn't enough, then Megahertz should be able to supply the extra money, but it felt good to do something for once.
Facing Megahertz once again, he said cheerfully, "And as to your earlier question, yes. You still up for trying to meet Interstellar Rose?"
Lekan finished and handed the gun to Sentinel. Bowing shortly to the Ondari, he said, "Once again, I thank you for your assistance Lekan. You have been truly helpful to us." Hooking the particle cannon back to his leg, he offered the now repaired gun to K2, grip extended in his direction.
"I believe this belongs to you," he uttered. As K2 took the weapon, he let his arm fall back down to his side and opened another compartment in his armor, one that he hadn't used often as a synthetic. Pulling out a credit chip filled with cash Sentinel had procured over his lifetime, give or take the times he had bought or returned stuff, it was probably enough to pay for the repairs. There was another chip inside, but he had something planned for that money.
"Not much is on the card, but hopefully it is enough to pay for the services you have provided us. I pray it is satisfactory, he announced, extending the chip towards Lekan. If it wasn't enough, then Megahertz should be able to supply the extra money, but it felt good to do something for once.
Facing Megahertz once again, he said cheerfully, "And as to your earlier question, yes. You still up for trying to meet Interstellar Rose?"
The setting changes from F.S.S. Realta Nua to North Dagojouiise
Gelon successfully repelled the rest of the raptor who didn't burn to death from his flamethrower, with their (flaming) tails between their legs.
Vlad turned to Ophelia, some of the Raptor's blood staining her orange armor. Narrowing her eyes and gripping her blade tightly, she leaped back to stand beside Gelon.
"!" Vlad was distracted by the sandscreen, and then choked by Ophelia's arm. Paralyzed in her metal armor, she stared back defiantly at Ophelia's pitch black eyes, taking her up on her challenge. Her pupils turn crimson behind her green visor, and Ophelia could see a blood red aura transferring between the lunatic and the huntress. Ophelia can feel her stamina being sapped rapidly, allowing Vlad to temporarily break free of her magnetic grip, kneeing Ophelia in the gut harshly, and then smacking her in the face with her buster sword's pommel, forcing Ophelia to either let go of Vlad's neck, or be knocked off her feet, if she chose to persist on her hold.
Either way, Vlad finished her attack by a strong, swift hip check, with speed and strength enough to make an audible, whip-like cracking noise.
Vlad turned to Ophelia, some of the Raptor's blood staining her orange armor. Narrowing her eyes and gripping her blade tightly, she leaped back to stand beside Gelon.
"!" Vlad was distracted by the sandscreen, and then choked by Ophelia's arm. Paralyzed in her metal armor, she stared back defiantly at Ophelia's pitch black eyes, taking her up on her challenge. Her pupils turn crimson behind her green visor, and Ophelia could see a blood red aura transferring between the lunatic and the huntress. Ophelia can feel her stamina being sapped rapidly, allowing Vlad to temporarily break free of her magnetic grip, kneeing Ophelia in the gut harshly, and then smacking her in the face with her buster sword's pommel, forcing Ophelia to either let go of Vlad's neck, or be knocked off her feet, if she chose to persist on her hold.
Either way, Vlad finished her attack by a strong, swift hip check, with speed and strength enough to make an audible, whip-like cracking noise.
Ophelia hadn't anticipated for Vlad's life sapping ability and fell victim to her assault rather easily. She got down on one knee and looked up at the two of them. Luckily for Ophelia however, stamina is something she had in heavy supply but she could almost feel bruises form. She slowly got up and stood straight. Glaring them down once more. She could feel pain all over from exertion, and just the pain she felt on a daily basis but she was determined. She looked just behind the two and noticed the silhouette of the Realta Nua. They're fight must've brought them closer to what this planet calls 'civilization'. The silhouette was so massive it was blocking one of the planet's suns. That must be how they got here... It was like a Drakov Industries fortress.
She nodded her attention back to the two. Now she knew two things. Keep the armoured one away, and break the other. With that, she took hold of Vlad's armour again from where she stood. This time however, she thrusted Vlad into Gelon hard, causing both to crash into the hard rocks nearby. The sun was beating down hard. Ophelia could feel the sweat beading on her brow.
She nodded her attention back to the two. Now she knew two things. Keep the armoured one away, and break the other. With that, she took hold of Vlad's armour again from where she stood. This time however, she thrusted Vlad into Gelon hard, causing both to crash into the hard rocks nearby. The sun was beating down hard. Ophelia could feel the sweat beading on her brow.
Byatis nodded as he saw the waypoint mark on his vision. It was not too far, thankfully. He dropped down on all fours, and started galloping towards his destination. He left behind a sandy trail, but luckily it just looked like a gust of wind that would naturally occur, so it wouldn't draw too much attention. As he ran, he noticed the wide, vast landscape. It was barren, that's for sure but just like his homeworld, it was home to several creatures and people. Byatis saw a pack of Dagojouiisian gazelles gallop in a pack nearby his position. He wasn't as fast as they were but they were almost majestic in a way. On other occasions, he'd try and hunt them down himself, but he was on a mission. He kept his focus, heading for the caves, unaware of the bug K2 had somehow managed to place on him.
The setting changes from North Dagojouiise to F.S.S. Realta Nua
Clocwork followed K2 loyally while folding his arms, waving a bit at Sentinel and co. upon seeing them.
Megahertz turned to Sentinel and lightly kicked him in the shin. "H-hey, not funny!", she shouted in her usual embarassed tone. She was such a petite and tiny woman, that someone like Sentinel would barely feel it.
Quin was pleased by their reactions.
Seeing K2 and his two accomplices approach, Megahertz became silent...there was a tinge of fear in her eyes. A fear that subsided as Lekan and Sentinel both did their part in finally fixing K2's gun. "Y..you guys...", Megahertz lets out a simple, touched whisper. She did not understand. They had nothing to gain from helping her. Why are they doing this? Having lived most her life as an Ishkavi Corpse Walker and a Dark S1de agent, Megahertz did not believe in altruism. She wanted to live, so she took this body. She wanted to survive, so she gave out the tickets to the foursome assaulting her library. Everything in life has a price tag. Even Dark S1de thieves who steal from the rich and give to the poor did so to make themselves feel better, and so that they could feel superior compared to the selfish misers in the upper city. So why were they trying so hard to help her? What a waste of valuable resources. Megahertz frowned without realizing, as she reflected on this.
"Eh?", Megahertz was snapped out of her deep thought by Sentinel's question, and with an unsure smile, she replied, "Ah..ahaha....sure..."
Clockwork turned to his left as he heard a....cry? He noticed a small crowd of fans gathering around Deunan Knight and the strangest Beastman he has ever seen. Strange, but adorable.
"W...whoa.", was Clock's only comment.
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"Ahahaha, yes, yes!", Deunan smiled and smiled as she mingled with her crowd of fans. This was one of her favorite parts of showbusiness: meeting the fans. Unlike the paparazzi who just wanted dirt on you, or the managers who would nag you over and over again about some trivial matter or another, the fans were genuine. Honest. She can feel the love in their hearts, and she only hoped that they can feel her love in theirs.
As the crowd of fans were pushed aside by Cubey, he quite quickly attracted the attention of Deunan herself. She looked at him with a smile while placing her hands on her thighs and lowering her back slightly to get a better look. Her eyes and smile widened in excitement when Cubey mentioned the Rainbow Rangers. Recruiting the theme song was a joyous experience for her, so much so, that she had the lyrics of the theme song memorized in her head. Cubey's supreme cuteness instantly won her over. "Ahahahhahahhahaha!", Deunan cheerfully laughed out loud, and patted Cubey in the head. "Cubey, I am awesome only because you are awesome!!"
She was more than happy to sign Cubey's juice box, but as she tried to do so, she watched as the poor Beastman poured the juice all over himself. A moment of awkward silence ensued, and some members of the crowd began to laugh as Cubey cried, until Deunan's glare silenced them, one by one.
Deunan then crouched down and got closer to Cubey, looking him in the eye with her own beautiful and soothing green gaze. Clear and calm, like an emerald sea.
"Hey now, Cubey....why don't you and I sing the Rainbow Rangers theme, together?", she asked softly.
She then looked around at the crowd, and said energetically, "Wait! How about ALL of us sing the Rainbow Rangers theme??"
"YEAH!!", Most of the crowd shouted out in agreement. Deunan looked back, and pointed at a stage hand who was in the middle of taking away one of the speaker. "Music, please~!" The stage hand blinked twice, before putting down the speaker and turning it up, hoping he will get paid overtime for this.
The brave, bold, synthpop music began playing. A futuristic and heroic song, which fits the Rainbow Rangers like a colorful glove.
"Hanate! Kokoro kizanda yume o mirai sae okizari ni shite, (Release the dream engraved in your heart! Leave even the future behind,)
genkai nado shiranai imi nai (I know no limits; they’re meaningless!))
kono chikara ga, hikari chirasu sono saki ni haruka na omoi o! (This power scatters out those feelings that are so far from how they used to be.)"
Unlike her previous song, Deunan used a lighter, more high pitched and youthful voice. Her dancing also fits this voice, appropriately chirpy and full of bird-like moves, as she hopped, stepped, and jumped around the park. Obviously, she did not practice this particular dance before, as her moves were a bit more random and spontaneous, but this only added to her charm. The crowd surrounding her struggled to dance with her, but it was a happy kind of struggle. Deunan looked at Cubey with a wide-eyed, encouraging smile, trying as best as she could to not make him feel so embarassed anymore. She looked at him not as an adult and a child, or even as an idol and a fan, but rather as two decent people.
Quickly, some of the crowd that dissipated turned around and rushed back to the park upon hearing their idol's song.
"Sparkling!
The shiny lights awaken true desire.
Only my RAILGUN can shoot it, kanarazu (without fail!)
tsuranuiteku tomadou koto naku (I go through; I’m not lost.)
kizutsuit mo.... hashiritsuzukeru!" (Even if I’m hurt, I keep on running!)"
Megahertz turned to Sentinel and lightly kicked him in the shin. "H-hey, not funny!", she shouted in her usual embarassed tone. She was such a petite and tiny woman, that someone like Sentinel would barely feel it.
Quin was pleased by their reactions.
Seeing K2 and his two accomplices approach, Megahertz became silent...there was a tinge of fear in her eyes. A fear that subsided as Lekan and Sentinel both did their part in finally fixing K2's gun. "Y..you guys...", Megahertz lets out a simple, touched whisper. She did not understand. They had nothing to gain from helping her. Why are they doing this? Having lived most her life as an Ishkavi Corpse Walker and a Dark S1de agent, Megahertz did not believe in altruism. She wanted to live, so she took this body. She wanted to survive, so she gave out the tickets to the foursome assaulting her library. Everything in life has a price tag. Even Dark S1de thieves who steal from the rich and give to the poor did so to make themselves feel better, and so that they could feel superior compared to the selfish misers in the upper city. So why were they trying so hard to help her? What a waste of valuable resources. Megahertz frowned without realizing, as she reflected on this.
"Eh?", Megahertz was snapped out of her deep thought by Sentinel's question, and with an unsure smile, she replied, "Ah..ahaha....sure..."
Clockwork turned to his left as he heard a....cry? He noticed a small crowd of fans gathering around Deunan Knight and the strangest Beastman he has ever seen. Strange, but adorable.
"W...whoa.", was Clock's only comment.
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"Ahahaha, yes, yes!", Deunan smiled and smiled as she mingled with her crowd of fans. This was one of her favorite parts of showbusiness: meeting the fans. Unlike the paparazzi who just wanted dirt on you, or the managers who would nag you over and over again about some trivial matter or another, the fans were genuine. Honest. She can feel the love in their hearts, and she only hoped that they can feel her love in theirs.
As the crowd of fans were pushed aside by Cubey, he quite quickly attracted the attention of Deunan herself. She looked at him with a smile while placing her hands on her thighs and lowering her back slightly to get a better look. Her eyes and smile widened in excitement when Cubey mentioned the Rainbow Rangers. Recruiting the theme song was a joyous experience for her, so much so, that she had the lyrics of the theme song memorized in her head. Cubey's supreme cuteness instantly won her over. "Ahahahhahahhahaha!", Deunan cheerfully laughed out loud, and patted Cubey in the head. "Cubey, I am awesome only because you are awesome!!"
She was more than happy to sign Cubey's juice box, but as she tried to do so, she watched as the poor Beastman poured the juice all over himself. A moment of awkward silence ensued, and some members of the crowd began to laugh as Cubey cried, until Deunan's glare silenced them, one by one.
Deunan then crouched down and got closer to Cubey, looking him in the eye with her own beautiful and soothing green gaze. Clear and calm, like an emerald sea.
"Hey now, Cubey....why don't you and I sing the Rainbow Rangers theme, together?", she asked softly.
She then looked around at the crowd, and said energetically, "Wait! How about ALL of us sing the Rainbow Rangers theme??"
"YEAH!!", Most of the crowd shouted out in agreement. Deunan looked back, and pointed at a stage hand who was in the middle of taking away one of the speaker. "Music, please~!" The stage hand blinked twice, before putting down the speaker and turning it up, hoping he will get paid overtime for this.
The brave, bold, synthpop music began playing. A futuristic and heroic song, which fits the Rainbow Rangers like a colorful glove.
"Hanate! Kokoro kizanda yume o mirai sae okizari ni shite, (Release the dream engraved in your heart! Leave even the future behind,)
genkai nado shiranai imi nai (I know no limits; they’re meaningless!))
kono chikara ga, hikari chirasu sono saki ni haruka na omoi o! (This power scatters out those feelings that are so far from how they used to be.)"
Unlike her previous song, Deunan used a lighter, more high pitched and youthful voice. Her dancing also fits this voice, appropriately chirpy and full of bird-like moves, as she hopped, stepped, and jumped around the park. Obviously, she did not practice this particular dance before, as her moves were a bit more random and spontaneous, but this only added to her charm. The crowd surrounding her struggled to dance with her, but it was a happy kind of struggle. Deunan looked at Cubey with a wide-eyed, encouraging smile, trying as best as she could to not make him feel so embarassed anymore. She looked at him not as an adult and a child, or even as an idol and a fan, but rather as two decent people.
Quickly, some of the crowd that dissipated turned around and rushed back to the park upon hearing their idol's song.
"Sparkling!
The shiny lights awaken true desire.
Only my RAILGUN can shoot it, kanarazu (without fail!)
tsuranuiteku tomadou koto naku (I go through; I’m not lost.)
kizutsuit mo.... hashiritsuzukeru!" (Even if I’m hurt, I keep on running!)"
The setting changes from F.S.S. Realta Nua to North Dagojouiise
As Ophelia thruster Vlad into Gelon, he didn't move that much but moved a few feet cause the KE module had buried gelon a in the sand, untill his waist "you okay Vlad?" He asked as he put her down and throw a hand full of sand to Ophelia but before the sand got out of range he torched it making glass shards and balls all heading towards her as a deadly rain
The setting changes from North Dagojouiise to F.S.S. Realta Nua
The air conditioning breezed pleasantly against Roza's skin as the perused through the goods. Charlie's Ornaments was a pretty decent place to shop at- it was calm, she didn't have a hard time finding things, and the store owner was nice enough. She could even admit that the backround music was actually kind of good too, even if it was a bit too wishy washy for her taste.
Going off of a mental shopping list, she checked off items as she grabbed them. Water- lots of water -check. Dried fruits, vegetables, meat- check. Thick fur and insulated clothing to keep her warm at night- check. Things seemed to be going well. She walked towards the cashier. As the old man rung up her purchases, Roza stared out of the window and noticed a small commotion. Curious, she asked the man at the register. "Hey old man, what's going on out there?"
The old man glanced outside. "Well if I remember correctly, there is a concert that is happening right now. A famous miss going by the name of "Interstellar Rose" is performing over yonder. I hear she's very popular with you young ones." Roza actually did know of the Interstellar Rose. A famous pop singer who's actual name Roza had never bothered remembering, she was beloved by many starry eyed teenagers, but not really Roza. Roza never much cared for pop music, or most other forms of music in general.
Roza shook her head. "Not really with me. I've never been into her music. But the stuff you got playing in here is nice. I wish more people listened stuff like this than all that crazy techno pop stuff." The old man smiled a wistful and sad smile and said "Yes, I suppose you're right there, miss. Nobody seems to have the time for classics anymore."
"It's a shame." Roza said, as the man finished putting the last of her purchases in her bag. "You keep the change, old man." She said as she began to leave the store. "Thank you, miss! You go on and have a nice day now!" The old man called back to her.
Going off of a mental shopping list, she checked off items as she grabbed them. Water- lots of water -check. Dried fruits, vegetables, meat- check. Thick fur and insulated clothing to keep her warm at night- check. Things seemed to be going well. She walked towards the cashier. As the old man rung up her purchases, Roza stared out of the window and noticed a small commotion. Curious, she asked the man at the register. "Hey old man, what's going on out there?"
The old man glanced outside. "Well if I remember correctly, there is a concert that is happening right now. A famous miss going by the name of "Interstellar Rose" is performing over yonder. I hear she's very popular with you young ones." Roza actually did know of the Interstellar Rose. A famous pop singer who's actual name Roza had never bothered remembering, she was beloved by many starry eyed teenagers, but not really Roza. Roza never much cared for pop music, or most other forms of music in general.
Roza shook her head. "Not really with me. I've never been into her music. But the stuff you got playing in here is nice. I wish more people listened stuff like this than all that crazy techno pop stuff." The old man smiled a wistful and sad smile and said "Yes, I suppose you're right there, miss. Nobody seems to have the time for classics anymore."
"It's a shame." Roza said, as the man finished putting the last of her purchases in her bag. "You keep the change, old man." She said as she began to leave the store. "Thank you, miss! You go on and have a nice day now!" The old man called back to her.
The setting changes from F.S.S. Realta Nua to North Dagojouiise
Ophelia took cover behind a boulder the moment she saw fire. She wondered how in hell his modules were still working after crushing them under her heel. Or for that matter, where the flamethrower even came from. She watched as the glass pellets brushed past, grazing her tail a bit. She hissed under her breath but took notice that her cover was loose from the ground. Thinking quickly, she gathered up her immense raw strength and kicked the large, hard boulder. She had the choice of hitting either Vlad or Gelon. That choice was easy. It took off as if someone had kicked a soccer ball, towards Gelon. Luckily, the boulder was close enough that he wouldn't have much time to see it coming until it was too late.
She watched closely, ready. The beating sun was getting intense as mid-day rolled around. Ophelia started to pant a little as she wiped the sweat from her brow.
She watched closely, ready. The beating sun was getting intense as mid-day rolled around. Ophelia started to pant a little as she wiped the sweat from her brow.
After treading through scorching deserts and climbing up rocky canyon walls, Byatis reached the Do'gaki caves' entrance. It was a small gaping hole alongst the canyon walls, Several pikes could be seen decorating the sides of the entrance, bearing the skulls of desert raptors, gazelles, and worm crawlers. The skulls were painted with red and elaborate spiral markings, establishing it as Chief Garush's sacred territory.
The inside of the cave is dark, rocky, and rough, just as one would expect. The air is dry and uncomfortable, but at least it wasn't as hot as it was outside. Byatis could see large, bear-like footsteps on the ground, leading deeper into the darker parts of the cave. One of the man-bear hunters, mostly naked aside from a tribal fur tasset and bracers, was kneeling and praying in front of a stone structure deeper inside the caves, with his bow sheathed on his back.
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Vlad was thrown hard into Gelon, hitting her head on his chest, disorienting her quite a bit. She winced and gritted her teeth behind her helmet as Gelon puts her down, staggering to regain herself. "....Fine.", she said in a frustated tone. She turned her attention to Ophelia once more, though in her disoriented state, she was not fast enough to react to Ophelia's enormous boulder. Even though it was targeted mainly towards Gelon, Vlad still received a heavy amount of the attack, knocking her to the sandy ground, cracking the left side of her helmet and breaking the left pauldron.
"Unf!", She grunted as she skidded across the ground. She quickly recovered by gripping the ground tightly with her claws, but she was getting exhausted already. Running halfway across the desert with Gelon on her back already spent her limited amount of stamina, and now she had to continue fighting against a metalmancer.
Suddenly, Ophelia can hear a heavy, wooshing sound from behind. Something big and heavy struck her head, before shattering into a hundred tiny....ice shards, which flew past her gaze and scatter onto the desert sands.
Vlad looked up and behind Ophelia. "Finally..you...asshole.", she whispered while panting.
Ridley had finally arrived, holding his enormous shield in front of his chest with his left hand, and creating his ice mace with his right, his orange eye glancing at Vlad and Gelon, before settling to glare at Ophelia. "..What..in hell..." He bended his knees and raised his shield to solidify his stance. With that much size and strength, knocking him down would be nigh impossible. He noticed the heavily wounded Gelon and the exhausted Vlad. As much as he hates to admit it, he knew that both of his teammates weren't exactly (or at least, completely) noobs when it comes to fighting, so if this single entity was strong enough to exhaust them...
The inside of the cave is dark, rocky, and rough, just as one would expect. The air is dry and uncomfortable, but at least it wasn't as hot as it was outside. Byatis could see large, bear-like footsteps on the ground, leading deeper into the darker parts of the cave. One of the man-bear hunters, mostly naked aside from a tribal fur tasset and bracers, was kneeling and praying in front of a stone structure deeper inside the caves, with his bow sheathed on his back.
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Vlad was thrown hard into Gelon, hitting her head on his chest, disorienting her quite a bit. She winced and gritted her teeth behind her helmet as Gelon puts her down, staggering to regain herself. "....Fine.", she said in a frustated tone. She turned her attention to Ophelia once more, though in her disoriented state, she was not fast enough to react to Ophelia's enormous boulder. Even though it was targeted mainly towards Gelon, Vlad still received a heavy amount of the attack, knocking her to the sandy ground, cracking the left side of her helmet and breaking the left pauldron.
"Unf!", She grunted as she skidded across the ground. She quickly recovered by gripping the ground tightly with her claws, but she was getting exhausted already. Running halfway across the desert with Gelon on her back already spent her limited amount of stamina, and now she had to continue fighting against a metalmancer.
Suddenly, Ophelia can hear a heavy, wooshing sound from behind. Something big and heavy struck her head, before shattering into a hundred tiny....ice shards, which flew past her gaze and scatter onto the desert sands.
Vlad looked up and behind Ophelia. "Finally..you...asshole.", she whispered while panting.
Ridley had finally arrived, holding his enormous shield in front of his chest with his left hand, and creating his ice mace with his right, his orange eye glancing at Vlad and Gelon, before settling to glare at Ophelia. "..What..in hell..." He bended his knees and raised his shield to solidify his stance. With that much size and strength, knocking him down would be nigh impossible. He noticed the heavily wounded Gelon and the exhausted Vlad. As much as he hates to admit it, he knew that both of his teammates weren't exactly (or at least, completely) noobs when it comes to fighting, so if this single entity was strong enough to exhaust them...
Gelon's pupils shrunk when he saw the boulder coming for him and grab his modules that were covered in sand as to not lose them "here i go again" he thought as the boulder struck and send him flying and against the wall then hitting the sand face first "well.....fuck.........ice.....cube.......glad.......you........could......make......it" Gelon said exhausted and watch his teammates and Ophelia, Ridley would be hard to take down even for her. the boulder had cracked some bones but the smack against the wall broke a lot so he was litterally in shatters in on the inside and a dose of nanobots wouldn't be to pleasant no matter how high-tech they can't num pain that great
Ophelia saw the boulder manage to strike both of them. She was winning. The feeling of self-satisfaction doesn't come too often for Ophelia, so she enjoyed the feeling for a brief moment. That was until, something blunt and heavy...and cold struck the back of her head. It caught her completely off guard. She fell forward onto her hands and knees in the sand. Her vision became blurry and her head was ringing. The accelerated fatigue with the blistering heat and the sudden force to the head was an effective combo. "Nyuughh.." Ophelia moaned quietly to herself. She turned her head slowly and looked up at Ridley. At first, he was just a black, fuzzy blur, but her vision slowly refocused.
It was revealed that it was a massive ice elemental who had struck her down. 'There's three of them!?' she thought to herself. This wasn't good. She slowly got up, but her stance was no longer hardened and straight like before. She stood hunched, and was breathing heavily. Just by looking at Ridley, she knew she wouldn't have the strength to fight him, especially in these conditions. He had every advantage. Ophelia had dug herself foolishly into a situation with limited options. There was no where to run, she wouldn't even have the strength to run. So she stood there, with her sour expression, glaring at Ridley. She could even feel herself teetering in and out of consciousness, the only thing keeping her awake was her normal pain.
It was revealed that it was a massive ice elemental who had struck her down. 'There's three of them!?' she thought to herself. This wasn't good. She slowly got up, but her stance was no longer hardened and straight like before. She stood hunched, and was breathing heavily. Just by looking at Ridley, she knew she wouldn't have the strength to fight him, especially in these conditions. He had every advantage. Ophelia had dug herself foolishly into a situation with limited options. There was no where to run, she wouldn't even have the strength to run. So she stood there, with her sour expression, glaring at Ridley. She could even feel herself teetering in and out of consciousness, the only thing keeping her awake was her normal pain.
Byatis creeped quietly into the cave, opting to crawl along the walls as to make make any dusts of footprints in the sand and rock. He quickly noticed the first man-bear hunter. Because he had more than one target, he decided to scope out the locations of the other hunter and the chief before he would go in for the kills. He didn't want one body discovered and the chief calling for back up. That would ruin the whole job. Byatis only ever did one thing, and that was hunt. He was very good at it too, though he has the disadvantage of not knowing much of the area, he could manage.
He kept his breathing to a minimum as he carried on.
He kept his breathing to a minimum as he carried on.
The setting changes from North Dagojouiise to F.S.S. Realta Nua
Ciril nods and smiles with a touch of actual enthusiasm. "Sure can. Who are we going after now?" he asked, dropping some of his formality to better fit in with..well..the misfits. It was an odd question to ask for someone who seemed to know more than he let on, but he had his reasons. His four eyes scanned the scene of the famous popstar, a small child, and now Sentinel discussing weaponry with K2. "I'll just be a moment... try not to get into another fight while we wait." He says, smiling a bit bemused, drawing up his data pad and scanning through available shuttles and possible favors he'd have to call in to get one.
The setting changes from F.S.S. Realta Nua to North Dagojouiise
Ridley glared back at Ophelia. He doesn't like hitting women, but he likes underestimating them even less. A loud hum emits from his chest, and Ophelia can see the red areas on his body turn bright azure. Taking a step forward, he briefly exposed his weak spot...and delivered an azure beam which froze her solid.
Seconds pass as Ridley made sure Ophelia was safely disabled. Vlad looked at Ridley, then Gelon, then Ridley again.
Ridley shook his head. "I ain't carrying him."
Vlad scowled, walked over, and threw Gelon over her shoulder, while Ridley carried the frozen Ophelia with both hands. They proceeded to walk to the Realta Nua nearby.
Ridley glanced at Vlad, and asked, "Did you get the thing?"
Vlad's eyes continue looking forward, as she can't wait to get away from the heat and the sand.
"No. That Lunatic crushed the ship before Deskovitch had the chance."
Ridley turned away, and grunted.
The elevator door hissed open, as the four enter the Realta Nua once more.
Seconds pass as Ridley made sure Ophelia was safely disabled. Vlad looked at Ridley, then Gelon, then Ridley again.
Ridley shook his head. "I ain't carrying him."
Vlad scowled, walked over, and threw Gelon over her shoulder, while Ridley carried the frozen Ophelia with both hands. They proceeded to walk to the Realta Nua nearby.
Ridley glanced at Vlad, and asked, "Did you get the thing?"
Vlad's eyes continue looking forward, as she can't wait to get away from the heat and the sand.
"No. That Lunatic crushed the ship before Deskovitch had the chance."
Ridley turned away, and grunted.
The elevator door hissed open, as the four enter the Realta Nua once more.
"thanks Vlad" gelon said as he hold a module in his hand which dragged the others with it as gelon tied them together before he was hit "if you want I can give you both some credits so you can by stuff" gelon offered and sigh as Ridley and Vlad talked about the destroyed info "well you did get some of it on the other half of the ship right Vlad?" Gelon asked her and watch the frozen Ophelia "Ridley don't let our 'guest' melt, cause I pissed her off badly" gelon told him and enjoy the cool air that radiated a bit from the ice elemental and later from the lift
The setting changes from North Dagojouiise to F.S.S. Realta Nua
Roza's communicator beeped as she left the store, alerting her of a new email.
"Roza,
Byatis is on his way to eliminate Chief Garush. I have news
of Queen Vitani and her legion of spiders traversing the Koren
River southeast of the Realta Nua. An ideal location for
an asssination.
May the night shroud you,
Darkstar."
The Koren River...a location that a Dagojouisian native such as Roza would be well-aware of. It is a river that span nearly half the planet, and is the main source of water for many North Dagojouisiians. Many rocks and cacti dot the landscape around the river, which should provide Roza with ample hiding spots.
Of course, the problem right now would be actually finding the spiders somewhere in the colossal (to say the least) river.
----
Ciril's datapad displayed several vehicles for hire in the hangar bay on the lower decks:
//////FSS-REALTA-NUA///////
SEARCHING_
RESULTS:
1. SAND TREADER HOVERSHIPS (1 IN STOCK) - 200 CREDITS PER DAY. PASSENGER LOAD: 20
2. DESERT HOVER BIKES (5 iN STOCK) - 50 CREDITS PER DAY. PASSENGER LOAD: 2 PER BIKE
//////FSS-REALTA-NUA///////
Clockwork whistled as he peeked at the datapad. "I vote for the hoverbikes. Much more stylish."
----
Vlad was surprised by Gelon's offer, and she glanced at him. "I think your credits are better spent on repairing your broken hardware, Deskovitch." Vlad has a naturally harsh way of talking, but Gelon could tell that she at least slightly appreciated his generosity. She then nodded in confirmation at Gelon's question. "Half."
At last, they enter the Realta Nua. The air conditioned interior was a welcome reprieve from the scorching desert. Vlad immediately took off her cracked helmet, and shook her head to get her hair out of her eyes. Ridley looked between Ophelia and Gelon. "...You have an amazing talent for pissing off everyone you meet.", he said with a genuinely....impressed...tone.
They walk several steps forward, noticing Deunan dancing with her crowd of fans, and her music blaring loudly from the park.
Vlad and Ridley took a moment to watch the Interstellar Rose, catching sight of the strange Cubey amongst the people. When nobody was looking, Ridley began bobbing his head to the catchy beat.The song was cheesy and the dance unrehearsed, but there was energy, dedication, and charm behind it all.
"HEYYYY GUYSSSSSS!"
Suddenly, from the other side, a loud, bellowing voice was heard, a voice which caught Vlad and Ridley's attention.
They saw the enormous figure of Mosa approach as he waved his huge and beefy hands.
"Mosa....", Vlad said, her tone softening when she caught sight of him.
Mosa looked at Vlad, then Gelon, Ridley, and Ophelia. "Hehehehehe! Nice meeting you all here!", Mosa said with a genuine grin. He seemed to have forgiven Gelon already, and even showed concern as he noticed their wounds. "Wait..what happened?! You hurt?? And who that be?????", Mosa asked as he pointed at the frozen Ophelia.
Vlad and Ridley looked at each other, then at Gelon. Vlad wasn't sure telling Mosa of her....activities....was a good idea. The big croc has a proportionally big mouth, one which she would not trust her secrets with.
"Mosa, it ain't your business.", Ridley replied in his usual jerk-like manner.
Mosa turned to Ridley. "That not work on Mosa. That just made Mosa even MOAR curious!", he said as he bared all his fangs in a toothy grin.
Ridley slumped his shoulders and groaned, while Vlad shook her head, and decided to lay the blame on Gelon. "Gelon touched her boobs. She did not appreciate it. Shit happened, and-"
Mosa's eyes widened, and he lost his grin as his jaw dropped. Before Vlad could even finish her sentence, Mosa turned to Gelon and yelled out,
"YOU TOUCHED HER BEWBS?!"
Loud enough that at least a quarter of the bystanders around them began staring at the group, causing Vlad to do a facepalm.
"Roza,
Byatis is on his way to eliminate Chief Garush. I have news
of Queen Vitani and her legion of spiders traversing the Koren
River southeast of the Realta Nua. An ideal location for
an asssination.
May the night shroud you,
Darkstar."
The Koren River...a location that a Dagojouisian native such as Roza would be well-aware of. It is a river that span nearly half the planet, and is the main source of water for many North Dagojouisiians. Many rocks and cacti dot the landscape around the river, which should provide Roza with ample hiding spots.
Of course, the problem right now would be actually finding the spiders somewhere in the colossal (to say the least) river.
----
Ciril's datapad displayed several vehicles for hire in the hangar bay on the lower decks:
//////FSS-REALTA-NUA///////
SEARCHING_
RESULTS:
1. SAND TREADER HOVERSHIPS (1 IN STOCK) - 200 CREDITS PER DAY. PASSENGER LOAD: 20
2. DESERT HOVER BIKES (5 iN STOCK) - 50 CREDITS PER DAY. PASSENGER LOAD: 2 PER BIKE
//////FSS-REALTA-NUA///////
Clockwork whistled as he peeked at the datapad. "I vote for the hoverbikes. Much more stylish."
----
Vlad was surprised by Gelon's offer, and she glanced at him. "I think your credits are better spent on repairing your broken hardware, Deskovitch." Vlad has a naturally harsh way of talking, but Gelon could tell that she at least slightly appreciated his generosity. She then nodded in confirmation at Gelon's question. "Half."
At last, they enter the Realta Nua. The air conditioned interior was a welcome reprieve from the scorching desert. Vlad immediately took off her cracked helmet, and shook her head to get her hair out of her eyes. Ridley looked between Ophelia and Gelon. "...You have an amazing talent for pissing off everyone you meet.", he said with a genuinely....impressed...tone.
They walk several steps forward, noticing Deunan dancing with her crowd of fans, and her music blaring loudly from the park.
Vlad and Ridley took a moment to watch the Interstellar Rose, catching sight of the strange Cubey amongst the people. When nobody was looking, Ridley began bobbing his head to the catchy beat.The song was cheesy and the dance unrehearsed, but there was energy, dedication, and charm behind it all.
"HEYYYY GUYSSSSSS!"
Suddenly, from the other side, a loud, bellowing voice was heard, a voice which caught Vlad and Ridley's attention.
They saw the enormous figure of Mosa approach as he waved his huge and beefy hands.
"Mosa....", Vlad said, her tone softening when she caught sight of him.
Mosa looked at Vlad, then Gelon, Ridley, and Ophelia. "Hehehehehe! Nice meeting you all here!", Mosa said with a genuine grin. He seemed to have forgiven Gelon already, and even showed concern as he noticed their wounds. "Wait..what happened?! You hurt?? And who that be?????", Mosa asked as he pointed at the frozen Ophelia.
Vlad and Ridley looked at each other, then at Gelon. Vlad wasn't sure telling Mosa of her....activities....was a good idea. The big croc has a proportionally big mouth, one which she would not trust her secrets with.
"Mosa, it ain't your business.", Ridley replied in his usual jerk-like manner.
Mosa turned to Ridley. "That not work on Mosa. That just made Mosa even MOAR curious!", he said as he bared all his fangs in a toothy grin.
Ridley slumped his shoulders and groaned, while Vlad shook her head, and decided to lay the blame on Gelon. "Gelon touched her boobs. She did not appreciate it. Shit happened, and-"
Mosa's eyes widened, and he lost his grin as his jaw dropped. Before Vlad could even finish her sentence, Mosa turned to Gelon and yelled out,
"YOU TOUCHED HER BEWBS?!"
Loud enough that at least a quarter of the bystanders around them began staring at the group, causing Vlad to do a facepalm.
Gelon's eye shrink as Vlad said it, like he was a pervert and nudge he ear with his head "you damn well know she wrecked my arm and it was my only way out alive!" Gelon said in defense and hear mosa blare it out "any louder mosa and i will be kicked of the ship" he said in a slightly mad tone and quickly change the subject "BUT! do you guys want to chat with Deunan?" He asked the three "yes I know her and beat her in a fight and NO I didn't do anything perverted!" He quickly added before they could say anything about it
The setting changes from Stratevaria Galaxy to F.S.S. Realta Nua
(Sincerely apologize again, I'm so spacey after writing all these essays)
"Thanks big guy but I don't think i can-" Keeton watches as Lekan grabs the gun and starts to repair it using his tentacle, eying him suspiciously. The "Jolly Rojer" as the captain had named it, was a plunder from a Darkov facility. This was the very reason Keeton has such a large price on his head.
Keeton takes the gun back from the squid, had he seen what lay inside? There was a reason the gun looked the way it did, disguise, and for a very good purpose. He needed to repair it as soon as possible, but did not have the parts necessary to conduct a repair of that caliber.
"We will see you two love birds later!" he says eying down the squid. He was a high risk threat, and Keeton couldn't have that, not now, not on a ship belonging to Darkov. Keeton walks to where Clockwork and Ciril are looking at the transportation module.
"I'm gonna be frank with you guys, we are after Byatis. I woke up with a sloppy message written by myself saying to keep an eye on him, and thats exactly what I did." Keeton flips the screen on his right mechanical eye to an exact location of the eldritch rouge. "I think we all can agree Byatis is one hell of a shifty character, but what exactly is he doing on the surface of Dagojouiise? Thats what we are here to find out. Ciril as far as I know, you are a Darkov spy, but honestly man I'm putting my trust in you." Keeton looks into one of Ciril's set of eyes trying to get a read on the guy but finding nothing.
"So without further ado, I think it's time we get off this embarrassment of a ship. Also, Hover bikes are kick ass!" he throws his hand up for a high five with clocky.
"Thanks big guy but I don't think i can-" Keeton watches as Lekan grabs the gun and starts to repair it using his tentacle, eying him suspiciously. The "Jolly Rojer" as the captain had named it, was a plunder from a Darkov facility. This was the very reason Keeton has such a large price on his head.
Keeton takes the gun back from the squid, had he seen what lay inside? There was a reason the gun looked the way it did, disguise, and for a very good purpose. He needed to repair it as soon as possible, but did not have the parts necessary to conduct a repair of that caliber.
"We will see you two love birds later!" he says eying down the squid. He was a high risk threat, and Keeton couldn't have that, not now, not on a ship belonging to Darkov. Keeton walks to where Clockwork and Ciril are looking at the transportation module.
"I'm gonna be frank with you guys, we are after Byatis. I woke up with a sloppy message written by myself saying to keep an eye on him, and thats exactly what I did." Keeton flips the screen on his right mechanical eye to an exact location of the eldritch rouge. "I think we all can agree Byatis is one hell of a shifty character, but what exactly is he doing on the surface of Dagojouiise? Thats what we are here to find out. Ciril as far as I know, you are a Darkov spy, but honestly man I'm putting my trust in you." Keeton looks into one of Ciril's set of eyes trying to get a read on the guy but finding nothing.
"So without further ado, I think it's time we get off this embarrassment of a ship. Also, Hover bikes are kick ass!" he throws his hand up for a high five with clocky.
Lekan graciously accepted the payment Sentinel offered. It seemed almost a little much for a pistol, but he decided against taking issue with it for fear of offending the synthetic. He noticed that the pirate seemed to be glaring at him, probably since Lekan was unable to repair the entire firearm. Well, he had just told them he wasn't a gunsmith, so they had to find someone else to fix it. However, if he knew just what the hell was even in that pistol, then he might have had a chance at fixing it.
"May we see each other again soon," he said to Sentinel and Megahetz before leaving them. Those two were quickly shaping up to be his best customers on this voyage. The pirate's remark about love birds was one that slightly confused him. Did humans always perceive outings consisting of one male and one female as a date? Lekan enjoyed Quin's company, yes, but they hadn't really got to know each other that well. Besides, she was set on trying to marry GEHENNA.
Upon approaching the stage, the first thing the Ondari noticed was... a rather odd-looking variant of Beastman, to say the least. In all his travels he hadn't seen a creature like this before. Not while sober, at any rate. He kept his distance from it, hanging near the back of the crowd around the stage while he thought about what he could possibly say to Deunan.
"May we see each other again soon," he said to Sentinel and Megahetz before leaving them. Those two were quickly shaping up to be his best customers on this voyage. The pirate's remark about love birds was one that slightly confused him. Did humans always perceive outings consisting of one male and one female as a date? Lekan enjoyed Quin's company, yes, but they hadn't really got to know each other that well. Besides, she was set on trying to marry GEHENNA.
Upon approaching the stage, the first thing the Ondari noticed was... a rather odd-looking variant of Beastman, to say the least. In all his travels he hadn't seen a creature like this before. Not while sober, at any rate. He kept his distance from it, hanging near the back of the crowd around the stage while he thought about what he could possibly say to Deunan.
Shaking out of his reverie as Lekan addressed him, he nodded softly before responding, "I hope the same. Once again, it has been a pleasure. Farewell." Watching as Lekan traveled to the stage, he finally took notice of the...Beastman that was standing there singing with Deunan. It was nothing he had ever seen before. The shapes were not natural in some ways, but a Beastman it was. What had happened to...him?
Looking down at Megahertz, he felt a slight pang at her words. Where before she was enthusiastic herself, now she seemed uncertain. What had caused the change? The others simply arriving? Something that was said to her? He couldn't puzzle out a solution and wasn't sure as to what he should do now. Remembering the plan from before he pulled up a small map in his HUD and located the shopping gallery. Fixing it on his screen, he asked Megahertz, "It seems Deunan is a bit busy right now. Would you like to explore a bit more of the ship instead?"
Looking down at Megahertz, he felt a slight pang at her words. Where before she was enthusiastic herself, now she seemed uncertain. What had caused the change? The others simply arriving? Something that was said to her? He couldn't puzzle out a solution and wasn't sure as to what he should do now. Remembering the plan from before he pulled up a small map in his HUD and located the shopping gallery. Fixing it on his screen, he asked Megahertz, "It seems Deunan is a bit busy right now. Would you like to explore a bit more of the ship instead?"
Cold.
Everything was numb. No feeling. No sensation. No pain. Ophelia gave in to the overwhelming lack of feeling. It was almost peaceful. All she could see was a blurry environment changing and muffled voices. Ophelia was just left to her own thoughts. What are they doing? Where are they taking her? Why hadn't they just killed her? The constant barrage of questions started to flutter in her mind as she gave in the suppressing ice prison she was now in.
She drifted a bit into consciousness again, still trapped in the ice. But she found that, slowly, it was melting. She could flex her hand and her claw. Water from the ice constantly dripped on her face. It was aggravating. She needed to get free, but she barely had room to attempt escape. She continued to hear more voices, and see more figures. A lot more. Her mind went racing.
Everything was numb. No feeling. No sensation. No pain. Ophelia gave in to the overwhelming lack of feeling. It was almost peaceful. All she could see was a blurry environment changing and muffled voices. Ophelia was just left to her own thoughts. What are they doing? Where are they taking her? Why hadn't they just killed her? The constant barrage of questions started to flutter in her mind as she gave in the suppressing ice prison she was now in.
She drifted a bit into consciousness again, still trapped in the ice. But she found that, slowly, it was melting. She could flex her hand and her claw. Water from the ice constantly dripped on her face. It was aggravating. She needed to get free, but she barely had room to attempt escape. She continued to hear more voices, and see more figures. A lot more. Her mind went racing.
Although Cubey was truly amazed and over the moon at Deunan's kindness and willingness to talk to him, the legendary pop idol was talking to him, even her words was washed away along with the juice as the other fellows fans giggled at his misfortune, causing the long necked fellow to sob even harder, until he was confused at the sudden silence from those laughing at him. Puzzled, Cubey made his crying lessen and pretty much stop to a sniffle when he looked up to see the dazzling and beautiful Deunan Knight herself, kneeling in front of him, her soothing, tranquil emerald eye's meeting his own odd pale and pupil-less ones. The mutant beastman froze up in surprise, his eye's growing wide as the mesmerizing celebrity suddenly suggested to sing the Rainbow Rangers theme song, to which Cubey's sadness suddenly was gone, as he hopped from each foot in sheer giddy joy, exclaiming as he rose his hands to his mouth; "R-r-really? Wow! That would b-b-e so cool! Yes, lets sing the theme! Wow I get to sing wit Deunan Knight! Yay! Thank you Deunan!"
It seemed he had forgotten all about the juice incident, shoving the carton back in his shorts just in time to cheer in agreement with the crowd at the pink haired pop star suggesting everyone should sing along, leaping in bounds towards the stage as he heard the theme to his treasured cartoon show begin playing, squealing in delight.
In truth, Cubey tended to struggle with the words, mostly out just pronouncing them than due to memory, but did his utmost to sing his heart out along with Deunan, bouncing up and down with the music, as he waved his arms frantically, classing this as a dance apparently. As the first few verses were belted out, Cubey admittedly fumbling the words as he did his best to follow along with everyone's example to the extent he tried his best to mimic Deunan's movements, following the directions she walked on stage, seeing her give a dazzling smile of reassurance to him, which he full-heartedly returned back. When he turned round, he also noticed the huge crowd starting gather in to sing along the Rainbow Rangers theme, which left him completely stunned for a few moments, freezing up near the stage, until it got to his favorite part of the song, screaming out the 'Sparkling!' at the top of his voice, and almost coughed himself apart after he did.
The man-child became so overjoyed at so many fans of the show he held dear to his heart, he started wiggle about in a vague attempt to pretend whatever instrument was dominating the instrumental part, which for some reason Cubey was convinced was a guitar despite it not even featuring in this part, and without thinking, accidentally change his gravity so he began floating in mid air, seeming completely unaware of his levitation as he thrashed about out of sync with the music.
"Yay! Deunan Knight, your so cool and good at singing! Maybe even cooler than the Rainbow Rangers! Maybe not Ranger Blue though, he's super ultra mega cool, but don't feel bad, because he's probably the coolest guy in the history of ever!", Cubey babbled to Deunan clapping his hands in delight, seeming completely un-phased that he was no longer touching the ground, before turning his head in curiosity to find that the squid guy from earlier was also in the crowd, to which he simply waved to cheerfully before continuing to dance without rhythm, though was wondering where all his friends had wandered off to. Maybe they were busy doing grown up things.
"This the best day i'll ever have in forever!" he boldly proclaimed, giggling once again, seeming to have forgotten about his thoughts about the strangers from earlier once again.
It seemed he had forgotten all about the juice incident, shoving the carton back in his shorts just in time to cheer in agreement with the crowd at the pink haired pop star suggesting everyone should sing along, leaping in bounds towards the stage as he heard the theme to his treasured cartoon show begin playing, squealing in delight.
In truth, Cubey tended to struggle with the words, mostly out just pronouncing them than due to memory, but did his utmost to sing his heart out along with Deunan, bouncing up and down with the music, as he waved his arms frantically, classing this as a dance apparently. As the first few verses were belted out, Cubey admittedly fumbling the words as he did his best to follow along with everyone's example to the extent he tried his best to mimic Deunan's movements, following the directions she walked on stage, seeing her give a dazzling smile of reassurance to him, which he full-heartedly returned back. When he turned round, he also noticed the huge crowd starting gather in to sing along the Rainbow Rangers theme, which left him completely stunned for a few moments, freezing up near the stage, until it got to his favorite part of the song, screaming out the 'Sparkling!' at the top of his voice, and almost coughed himself apart after he did.
The man-child became so overjoyed at so many fans of the show he held dear to his heart, he started wiggle about in a vague attempt to pretend whatever instrument was dominating the instrumental part, which for some reason Cubey was convinced was a guitar despite it not even featuring in this part, and without thinking, accidentally change his gravity so he began floating in mid air, seeming completely unaware of his levitation as he thrashed about out of sync with the music.
"Yay! Deunan Knight, your so cool and good at singing! Maybe even cooler than the Rainbow Rangers! Maybe not Ranger Blue though, he's super ultra mega cool, but don't feel bad, because he's probably the coolest guy in the history of ever!", Cubey babbled to Deunan clapping his hands in delight, seeming completely un-phased that he was no longer touching the ground, before turning his head in curiosity to find that the squid guy from earlier was also in the crowd, to which he simply waved to cheerfully before continuing to dance without rhythm, though was wondering where all his friends had wandered off to. Maybe they were busy doing grown up things.
"This the best day i'll ever have in forever!" he boldly proclaimed, giggling once again, seeming to have forgotten about his thoughts about the strangers from earlier once again.
The three stared at Gelon as he dug himself deeper.
"...You beat up a 19 year old girl?!", Ridley asked in an apalled tone.
Mosa, unfortunately, was still focused on Gelon's boob-touching, as he turned to Ridley. "RIDLEY, YOU HAVE TO UNFREEZE HER!" He then glared at Gelon. "GELON! MUST APOLOGIZE!" He shook his head and folded his enormous, muscular arms. "NO WAY TO TREAT A LADY!"
Vlad and Ridley looked at each other. A few seconds pass, and Vlad said, "Do it."
Ridley looked at them in dibelief. "Okay, but if she tears down the ship, I'm blaming you two."
Planting Ophelia on the ground, Ridley placed his hands on the ice, absorbing the cold and rapidly thawing the lunatic, while a very....displeased....Mosa watched.
----
Clockwork listened to K2 as he confessed about his suspicion. He wasn't sure he agreed with K2. Just because he looked like a beast out of hell doesn't mean he was automatically an asshole, right? That's just racial profiling. Still, K2 is the human. And humans have good gut instincts, as far as Clockwork was told. Most of the time.
"AYE CAP'N!", Clockwork shouted as he high fived K2.
The three proceeded to head to the lower decks' hangarbay. It was dark and dusty down here, with nobody around, and the garage door was closed. One supposes there's not much to look at in this planet anyways. Tucked on the lefest corner of this hangar are three long, horizontal objects covered in tarps.
Clockwork approached one, and pulled off the tarp, revealing a weathered-looking hoverbike with a black and orange flame motif. These hoverbilkes are at least 2,5 meters long, but very narrow and sleek. Large engines and exhausts can be seen on the underside and the back of the vehicle. Sand filters were placed near the engines, and the front section of the hoverbikes are shaped like bladed fins.
Clockwork whistled, before whispering, "Groovy."
-----
Quin floated up and down besides Lekan, occassionally glancing at him.
Eventually, she stated, in her usual calm and somewhat emotionless manner, "You look troubled."
-----
Megahertz kept quiet for a few seconds, not even looking at Sentinel. It almost looked like she wasn't listening to him, but instead...
.....A loud rumbling noise was heard from...somewhere inside her.
A furious blush soon decorated Megahertz's face, and she turned away, before whispering,
"Y-you did not hear that."
She must be hungry. She hadn't even had breakfast, after all.
-----
Deunan's enthusiasm skyrocketed as Cubey's happiness returned. There was something adorable, and even admirable, to Cubey's effort to catch up with both the singing and dancing. This time, instead of laughing at him, the crowd looked on at him encouragingly as they continue to dance and sing, feeling a sense of camaraderie with the strange looking beastman.
Deunan watched as Cubey floated in the air and clapped his hands, laughing out loud as his comment heartily. "Ranger Blue is THE BEST!"Eventually, the song reached its climax, and Deunan finished off by striking her signature pose with the rest of her audience: cocking her hip to the right, and pointing with her left hand while winking. Of course, there was bound to be a person or two who was out of sync, but for the most part Deunan and her fans struck the pose nearly at the same time.
A few seconds pass, and the crowd broke into applause, with Deunan bowing and thanking them. "Thank you! Thank you everyone! Merci! Danke! Arigato~!"
As she bowed and bowed, she stepped closer and closer to Cubey, getting ready to catch him in case he fell. She looked up at him with a big grin. "Forever is a long time! Don't be so sure yet~", she excitedly said, before tilting her head to the side, winking, and giving a thumbs up. Looking around, she spotted Lekan and Quin amongst the crowd, and..like most people, she found them to be an unusual, if cute, duo.
"...You beat up a 19 year old girl?!", Ridley asked in an apalled tone.
Mosa, unfortunately, was still focused on Gelon's boob-touching, as he turned to Ridley. "RIDLEY, YOU HAVE TO UNFREEZE HER!" He then glared at Gelon. "GELON! MUST APOLOGIZE!" He shook his head and folded his enormous, muscular arms. "NO WAY TO TREAT A LADY!"
Vlad and Ridley looked at each other. A few seconds pass, and Vlad said, "Do it."
Ridley looked at them in dibelief. "Okay, but if she tears down the ship, I'm blaming you two."
Planting Ophelia on the ground, Ridley placed his hands on the ice, absorbing the cold and rapidly thawing the lunatic, while a very....displeased....Mosa watched.
----
Clockwork listened to K2 as he confessed about his suspicion. He wasn't sure he agreed with K2. Just because he looked like a beast out of hell doesn't mean he was automatically an asshole, right? That's just racial profiling. Still, K2 is the human. And humans have good gut instincts, as far as Clockwork was told. Most of the time.
"AYE CAP'N!", Clockwork shouted as he high fived K2.
The three proceeded to head to the lower decks' hangarbay. It was dark and dusty down here, with nobody around, and the garage door was closed. One supposes there's not much to look at in this planet anyways. Tucked on the lefest corner of this hangar are three long, horizontal objects covered in tarps.
Clockwork approached one, and pulled off the tarp, revealing a weathered-looking hoverbike with a black and orange flame motif. These hoverbilkes are at least 2,5 meters long, but very narrow and sleek. Large engines and exhausts can be seen on the underside and the back of the vehicle. Sand filters were placed near the engines, and the front section of the hoverbikes are shaped like bladed fins.
Clockwork whistled, before whispering, "Groovy."
-----
Quin floated up and down besides Lekan, occassionally glancing at him.
Eventually, she stated, in her usual calm and somewhat emotionless manner, "You look troubled."
-----
Megahertz kept quiet for a few seconds, not even looking at Sentinel. It almost looked like she wasn't listening to him, but instead...
.....A loud rumbling noise was heard from...somewhere inside her.
A furious blush soon decorated Megahertz's face, and she turned away, before whispering,
"Y-you did not hear that."
She must be hungry. She hadn't even had breakfast, after all.
-----
Deunan's enthusiasm skyrocketed as Cubey's happiness returned. There was something adorable, and even admirable, to Cubey's effort to catch up with both the singing and dancing. This time, instead of laughing at him, the crowd looked on at him encouragingly as they continue to dance and sing, feeling a sense of camaraderie with the strange looking beastman.
Deunan watched as Cubey floated in the air and clapped his hands, laughing out loud as his comment heartily. "Ranger Blue is THE BEST!"Eventually, the song reached its climax, and Deunan finished off by striking her signature pose with the rest of her audience: cocking her hip to the right, and pointing with her left hand while winking. Of course, there was bound to be a person or two who was out of sync, but for the most part Deunan and her fans struck the pose nearly at the same time.
A few seconds pass, and the crowd broke into applause, with Deunan bowing and thanking them. "Thank you! Thank you everyone! Merci! Danke! Arigato~!"
As she bowed and bowed, she stepped closer and closer to Cubey, getting ready to catch him in case he fell. She looked up at him with a big grin. "Forever is a long time! Don't be so sure yet~", she excitedly said, before tilting her head to the side, winking, and giving a thumbs up. Looking around, she spotted Lekan and Quin amongst the crowd, and..like most people, she found them to be an unusual, if cute, duo.
"NO! I didn't beat her up! it was a spare! and SHE wanted it! cause SHE asked me!" Gelon said fustrated and watch mosa in disbelief and then back at Ridley as he put her down "if you dare to unfreeze her I will break you in a lot of tiny pieces once I'm okay again AND survived her!" he warned Ridley then focus back on Mosa "listen!! you big blue crock! SHE! was about to kill ME! and the only option I had LEFT was to hurt her in some way! I see it as a girl kicking a guy in the junk! so yes I touched her there! but only as a way to defend myself cause I HATE doing that! playing that foul!" Gelon explained Mosa hoping he would understand now and shut his big snout before he caused anymore trouble to them "you know what!? we go to Deunan right now! so that I can prove it!" Gelon said and watch the group "anyone against it?!"
Ophelia felt the small impact of her prison being put down. She could definitely hear a dispute outside, but couldn't make out the words. Suddenly, she could feel her surroundings getting warmer, and the ice was diminishing? She was confused. When the ice became weak enough, it gave way, shattering on the ground. She fell to her hands and knees, drenched from the melting ice. Ophelia let out an unsightly cough as she regained feeling in her senses. Unfortunately, this meant the pain returned too. She still shivered from the cold of the ice as she slowly got up on one knee, then stood up.
Luckily for them, she was too disoriented to lash out and attack, but instead looked at those crowded around her. She was the ice elemental from before, the beastwoman, a massive crocodillian man, and...him. All of them were gawking at her. Ophelia could recalled back in the labs when the scientists would stare and inspect her. She was reminded of the humiliation of being in such a vulnerable state.
"I-is this my execution?" She spoke with a stutter thanks to her body still recovering from the cold. That being the case, her gaze hardened once more.
Luckily for them, she was too disoriented to lash out and attack, but instead looked at those crowded around her. She was the ice elemental from before, the beastwoman, a massive crocodillian man, and...him. All of them were gawking at her. Ophelia could recalled back in the labs when the scientists would stare and inspect her. She was reminded of the humiliation of being in such a vulnerable state.
"I-is this my execution?" She spoke with a stutter thanks to her body still recovering from the cold. That being the case, her gaze hardened once more.
Ciril had to admit, while their choice of hoverbikes was anything but subtle, ...these two were fun. He smiles to himself as he selects them and charges it to his travel account as they head down to the hangar. He hoped the two rougeish companions would pay off in the end. He didn't answer K2 when he mentioned Drakov, but if he had wanted to turn him in by now...it would have been easy. Ciril inspects the bikes, still taking the mission seriously but... the pirate and the synthetic's enthusiasm was hard to resist and was starting to become infectious. "By the way K2, I'm not sure if Byatis knows anything more... but maybe he'll indirectly give us a lead. That was good thinking with the tracking device." he said, swinging up onto the seat of the bike smoothly one his long slender legs. The metal coils around them unraveled and adjusted to form a crisscrossed safety belt and plated shield on the frond of his bent legs to protect them from flying debris and to secure his slightly frame to the seat better. "Fits good."
Cubey gave a high pitch squeak as the intergalactically famous pop star just announced she also thought Ranger Blue was cool, and happened to also be the chaps favorite of the Rainbow Rangers; which became an even higher squeak when he noticed the audience seemed to be dancing and singing along to, wriggling his stumpy legs in the air as he smiled and waved at the crowd, blushing enough that from a distance i could be mistaken for a nasty rash. When Deunan then proceeded to perform her trademark pose, Cubey once again put full effort into mimicking her again, though ended up as one of the out of sync bunch, for some reason trying his best to move his feet in the correct position despite not needing to due to floating in mid air, panting heavily from the energetic and joyous dancing.
After a few small moments of quiet, the crowd burst into applause and cheering, obviously enamored and impressed by Deunan's performance, and rightly, so. She wasn't a pop superstar for no reason after-all. Cubey clapped and cheered as well, putting his 'finger's between his lips in an attempt to give a belting whistle, but failing in all to do with the process except getting saliva on his hands. Cubey merely wiped his hand on the back of his shorts before continuing his clapping, realizing Deunan and wandered over to him. The gravity manipulating oddball immediately blushed and smiled shyly at Deunan's words, giving another giggle as she gave him a wink and thumbs up, lowering himself back onto the ground. He gave her a big old grin back, with two thumbs up, nervously replying; "That is true, forever is a long time!It's best day ever of when I got to talk to you, Deunan!", before suddenly turning embarrassed and hiding his face squealing; "I'm not blushing!". He stumbled about a little, trying to turn around to hide his embarrassment of what he just said, until he noticed the squid person in the crowd again, along with the scary looking insect lady, staring at them for a few moments as he lowered his hands, his eyes narrowing as if he was thinking of something.
He suddenly spun back round to Deunan, deciding to tell her what he had eavesdropped on earlier, deciding it was probably a good idea to warn her new buddy. Cubey whispered carefully to her as if he was scared that the squid man and the insect woman would hear him; "I saw those two earlier, the squid thing and the scary insect lady. They were with some other guys which had two robots, a pirate, a lizard guy and some pretty girl with glowing hair thingies and were talking about a gun for the pirate guy. Does that mean their bad guys? Because sometimes good guy's use guns but the pirate one seemed he could be a meanie. Are they all meanies?"
The man-child beastman scratched his head in consideration for a few moments, glaring at empty space for an answer before blurting with sudden realization; "Oh but don't worry Deunan, I'll keep you safe! Because were buddies now, so I won't let them hurt my buddies and i'm the 'Super Duper' Cubey!Which means I am a hero, because i been practicing really, really really really really hard in fighting stuff with the cutouts in my room even though the man on the TV says I shouldn't copy the moves at home, and I can change gravity stuff too. I'm gonna go beat up that scary bad guy too that was on TV, GEHENNA!"
He then proceeded to prove his point by doing a karate chop viciously at an imaginary opponent, followed with a high kick that caused him to loose balance and topple over onto his back, and clumsily standing back up.
After a few small moments of quiet, the crowd burst into applause and cheering, obviously enamored and impressed by Deunan's performance, and rightly, so. She wasn't a pop superstar for no reason after-all. Cubey clapped and cheered as well, putting his 'finger's between his lips in an attempt to give a belting whistle, but failing in all to do with the process except getting saliva on his hands. Cubey merely wiped his hand on the back of his shorts before continuing his clapping, realizing Deunan and wandered over to him. The gravity manipulating oddball immediately blushed and smiled shyly at Deunan's words, giving another giggle as she gave him a wink and thumbs up, lowering himself back onto the ground. He gave her a big old grin back, with two thumbs up, nervously replying; "That is true, forever is a long time!It's best day ever of when I got to talk to you, Deunan!", before suddenly turning embarrassed and hiding his face squealing; "I'm not blushing!". He stumbled about a little, trying to turn around to hide his embarrassment of what he just said, until he noticed the squid person in the crowd again, along with the scary looking insect lady, staring at them for a few moments as he lowered his hands, his eyes narrowing as if he was thinking of something.
He suddenly spun back round to Deunan, deciding to tell her what he had eavesdropped on earlier, deciding it was probably a good idea to warn her new buddy. Cubey whispered carefully to her as if he was scared that the squid man and the insect woman would hear him; "I saw those two earlier, the squid thing and the scary insect lady. They were with some other guys which had two robots, a pirate, a lizard guy and some pretty girl with glowing hair thingies and were talking about a gun for the pirate guy. Does that mean their bad guys? Because sometimes good guy's use guns but the pirate one seemed he could be a meanie. Are they all meanies?"
The man-child beastman scratched his head in consideration for a few moments, glaring at empty space for an answer before blurting with sudden realization; "Oh but don't worry Deunan, I'll keep you safe! Because were buddies now, so I won't let them hurt my buddies and i'm the 'Super Duper' Cubey!Which means I am a hero, because i been practicing really, really really really really hard in fighting stuff with the cutouts in my room even though the man on the TV says I shouldn't copy the moves at home, and I can change gravity stuff too. I'm gonna go beat up that scary bad guy too that was on TV, GEHENNA!"
He then proceeded to prove his point by doing a karate chop viciously at an imaginary opponent, followed with a high kick that caused him to loose balance and topple over onto his back, and clumsily standing back up.
"Hear what?" Sentinel responded to Megahertz jokingly. How long had it been since Megahertz had last eaten? Nothing today, and nothing that he remembered yesterday since meeting her. It was probably a good idea to hold off meeting Deunan until later. Looking over to where the crowd was still gathered around her, he saw the Beastman talking to her and glancing furtively in his and Megahertz's direction before proceeding to do some combat moves that resulted in him falling. A strange creature.
"Let's head over to shops. I'm sure we can find something interesting there." Walking along with Megahertz, he gazed around once again at the vista afforded by the park's position in the ship. It had lost some of it's wonder. Quite a bit of it, in fact. Sentinel felt constrained by the vessel, limited to the confines of its halls. There was always Dagojouiise...
Shuddering, he stumbled as several memories came to him unbidden. Of all the genius things implemented into his body, a memory-wiper was not one of them. Strange for a military facility that would want to ensure no secrets of any kind got out. Rotating his shoulders, Sentinel began to spin up his telekinetic module. He had rarely used the piece, and certainly never for something like this, but it would be something interesting to attempt.
Looking over to Megahertz, he grabbed her hand and stated, "Keep calm." With that brief warning, he began to make a series of waves beneath him. After a second, they started to rise up in the air at a leisurely pace. Reaching a height level with the area of shops, it was possible to see most of the ship. Some of the admiration he had lost came back. "Quite amazing, isn't it?" he whispered ambiguously.
Upon having floated for a few seconds, he began to levitate them towards the balustrade adjoining the boulevard of stores. Setting them down at the edge, he stood there recovering his energy. That had taken quite a bit of power from his systems, but not a terrible amount. It was quite fun actually. "So what kind of music do you like Alphard?" Sentinel asked.
"Let's head over to shops. I'm sure we can find something interesting there." Walking along with Megahertz, he gazed around once again at the vista afforded by the park's position in the ship. It had lost some of it's wonder. Quite a bit of it, in fact. Sentinel felt constrained by the vessel, limited to the confines of its halls. There was always Dagojouiise...
Shuddering, he stumbled as several memories came to him unbidden. Of all the genius things implemented into his body, a memory-wiper was not one of them. Strange for a military facility that would want to ensure no secrets of any kind got out. Rotating his shoulders, Sentinel began to spin up his telekinetic module. He had rarely used the piece, and certainly never for something like this, but it would be something interesting to attempt.
Looking over to Megahertz, he grabbed her hand and stated, "Keep calm." With that brief warning, he began to make a series of waves beneath him. After a second, they started to rise up in the air at a leisurely pace. Reaching a height level with the area of shops, it was possible to see most of the ship. Some of the admiration he had lost came back. "Quite amazing, isn't it?" he whispered ambiguously.
Upon having floated for a few seconds, he began to levitate them towards the balustrade adjoining the boulevard of stores. Setting them down at the edge, he stood there recovering his energy. That had taken quite a bit of power from his systems, but not a terrible amount. It was quite fun actually. "So what kind of music do you like Alphard?" Sentinel asked.
Despite the fact that the concert had officially ended, the Interstellar Rose still provided her loving fans with an encore. Lekan didn't recognise the song, and he didn't know much about the language it was being sung in save for the fact that it was some uncommon human dialect. Still, it sounded pleasing to the ear-equivalent. The odd-looking Beastman seemed to be enjoying the show immensely, and Lekan was surprised to see it part company with the ground and start hovering in mid-air, albeit more clumsily than the Ondari and his companion. He returned the Beastman's cheerful wave with a slightly nervous one of his own, still unsure as to how much of a threat this stranger would be to him.
When Quin stated that he looked troubled, Lekan felt inclined to agree. "I know. Warrior's heart aside, I don't see how I'd be much good in a straight fight, especially since I have no weapons or armour of my own." He was about to say more, but he found that Deunan had taken notice of the pair of them. Considering that the pair in question were an Ondari and a Genesior, they probably did stand out from the crowd a little bit. Since she'd seen them already, Lekan decided to move in closer to the stage.
"Really happy to be here, Miss Knight," he told her. "Th-thank you for the concert." Being in a crowd like this, and having caught the attention of a galactic celebrity, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He wasn't looking at Quin, but he guessed that she was probably as nonplussed as ever right now. Lekan noticed the odd Beastman saying something to Deunan, and he could've sworn blind that he heard "squid" in there somewhere before the creature demonstrated its... well, fighting ability, for lack of a better word. It was strange how childlike he sounded, too.
"Excuse me, but was there something you wanted to say to me?" Lekan asked the Beastman. He knew that this person had been whispering something about him, even if he couldn't quite hear what it was all about. Still, the Ondari wasn't too fond of people talking about him behind his metaphorical back.
When Quin stated that he looked troubled, Lekan felt inclined to agree. "I know. Warrior's heart aside, I don't see how I'd be much good in a straight fight, especially since I have no weapons or armour of my own." He was about to say more, but he found that Deunan had taken notice of the pair of them. Considering that the pair in question were an Ondari and a Genesior, they probably did stand out from the crowd a little bit. Since she'd seen them already, Lekan decided to move in closer to the stage.
"Really happy to be here, Miss Knight," he told her. "Th-thank you for the concert." Being in a crowd like this, and having caught the attention of a galactic celebrity, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He wasn't looking at Quin, but he guessed that she was probably as nonplussed as ever right now. Lekan noticed the odd Beastman saying something to Deunan, and he could've sworn blind that he heard "squid" in there somewhere before the creature demonstrated its... well, fighting ability, for lack of a better word. It was strange how childlike he sounded, too.
"Excuse me, but was there something you wanted to say to me?" Lekan asked the Beastman. He knew that this person had been whispering something about him, even if he couldn't quite hear what it was all about. Still, the Ondari wasn't too fond of people talking about him behind his metaphorical back.
The setting changes from Stratevaria Galaxy to Dagojouiise
(I keep forgetting the -blamming- location)
Keeton throws off the tarp of his motorbike. It is slightly rusted and a weathered old thing, but the neon green paint job of a streaking dragon more then made up for it. "Byatis is heading for the canyon, now remember we are not here to confront him this is surveillance. Ciril it seems you would know alot about that, when we get to the relevant location you will be in charge of the squad, and clockwork keep looking good babe!" Keeton says jokingly towards his robotic buddy.
Keeton jumps onto the motorbike, it straps him in and covers his legs. "Alright boys, LETS RIDE!" Keeton howls with excitement and starts the vehicle blasting off onto the surface of the barren planet along with his three allies.
Keeton throws off the tarp of his motorbike. It is slightly rusted and a weathered old thing, but the neon green paint job of a streaking dragon more then made up for it. "Byatis is heading for the canyon, now remember we are not here to confront him this is surveillance. Ciril it seems you would know alot about that, when we get to the relevant location you will be in charge of the squad, and clockwork keep looking good babe!" Keeton says jokingly towards his robotic buddy.
Keeton jumps onto the motorbike, it straps him in and covers his legs. "Alright boys, LETS RIDE!" Keeton howls with excitement and starts the vehicle blasting off onto the surface of the barren planet along with his three allies.
The setting changes from Dagojouiise to F.S.S. Realta Nua
Mosa's expression became more and more surprised, even horrified, as Gelon became more frustated. He replayed Gelon's words, 'SHE wanted it! Cause SHE asked me!' over and over in his head, and his mind drifted to the gutter. "..Those words sound REALLY horrible when you take it out of context.", he whispered, his jaw still hanging open.
However, it was too late. Ophelia was freed. Before anyone could say yes or no to Gelon's question, Vlad, Ridley, and Mosa all turned to look at the thawed Ophelia.
Ridley took the time to glance at Gelon, shrugged, and let out a deadpan, "Whoops." He really hated Gelon's guts, it seems.
Vlad shook her head and folded her arms as she stared at Ophelia. "No. It's....an apology. Sort of."
Mosa looked at Gelon, his massive crocodillian snout bearing a comically exaggerated scowl. "Yes! You must apologize!!", he said vehemently, while pointing at the poor one-armed mercenary. Mosa then turned to Ophelia with a sorry look on his face, and clasped his hands before bowing slightly, his massive upper body making him look like a big blue boulder about to roll over.
"Mosa so sorry for what he did! It was sick, perverted, and mean!"
The amused Vlad and Ridley turned to look at Gelon, to inspect his reaction.
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Deunan listened closely to Cubey as he told her of his...suspicions, all the while with a big smile on her face. He then watched as Cubey demonstrated his clumsy high kick, and giggled heartily as he fell. "Hihiihih! You're going to need some practice.....but you have potential for sure!", Deunan said as she gave out a thumbs up and a wink. There was something in Cubey's innocence that spoke out to her, something which she found irresistably adorable. Still, she was a little worried when Cubey mentioned his desire to fight GEHENNA. She was never one to judge a book by its cover....or even the first chapter...., but still, fighting something so out of this world such as GEHENNA would preferrably not be done alone. Him mentioning of his ability to 'change gravity stuff' intrigued her as well, making a mental note to ask him about this later, as she saw Lekan and Quin approach.
Quin considered Lekan's words for two seconds. Before nodding in agreement. "Yes. You suck at straight up combat.", she stated bluntly and clearly, without any hint of maliciousness.
Deunan laughed joyfully at Lekan's formal greeting, while giving a playfully dismissive wave. "Ahahahhahaha! Oh please, just call me Deunan! Formalities make me feel itchy. And what should I call both of you?", she asked with an attentive look.
Quin blinked, and replied, "Bob. Bob Howzer."
"...." Deunan looked between Cubey, Quin, Lekan, then finally Quin. She was not convinced that was her real name.
However, it was too late. Ophelia was freed. Before anyone could say yes or no to Gelon's question, Vlad, Ridley, and Mosa all turned to look at the thawed Ophelia.
Ridley took the time to glance at Gelon, shrugged, and let out a deadpan, "Whoops." He really hated Gelon's guts, it seems.
Vlad shook her head and folded her arms as she stared at Ophelia. "No. It's....an apology. Sort of."
Mosa looked at Gelon, his massive crocodillian snout bearing a comically exaggerated scowl. "Yes! You must apologize!!", he said vehemently, while pointing at the poor one-armed mercenary. Mosa then turned to Ophelia with a sorry look on his face, and clasped his hands before bowing slightly, his massive upper body making him look like a big blue boulder about to roll over.
"Mosa so sorry for what he did! It was sick, perverted, and mean!"
The amused Vlad and Ridley turned to look at Gelon, to inspect his reaction.
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Deunan listened closely to Cubey as he told her of his...suspicions, all the while with a big smile on her face. He then watched as Cubey demonstrated his clumsy high kick, and giggled heartily as he fell. "Hihiihih! You're going to need some practice.....but you have potential for sure!", Deunan said as she gave out a thumbs up and a wink. There was something in Cubey's innocence that spoke out to her, something which she found irresistably adorable. Still, she was a little worried when Cubey mentioned his desire to fight GEHENNA. She was never one to judge a book by its cover....or even the first chapter...., but still, fighting something so out of this world such as GEHENNA would preferrably not be done alone. Him mentioning of his ability to 'change gravity stuff' intrigued her as well, making a mental note to ask him about this later, as she saw Lekan and Quin approach.
Quin considered Lekan's words for two seconds. Before nodding in agreement. "Yes. You suck at straight up combat.", she stated bluntly and clearly, without any hint of maliciousness.
Deunan laughed joyfully at Lekan's formal greeting, while giving a playfully dismissive wave. "Ahahahhahaha! Oh please, just call me Deunan! Formalities make me feel itchy. And what should I call both of you?", she asked with an attentive look.
Quin blinked, and replied, "Bob. Bob Howzer."
"...." Deunan looked between Cubey, Quin, Lekan, then finally Quin. She was not convinced that was her real name.
Megahertz smiled with approval at Sentinel's joke. She then nodded at his suggestion. "Mm-hmm!", and followed him again. As they walk, she noticed him shuddering strangely for a split second. She couldn't help but give an inquisitive look, though she wasn't sure it would be proper to press the matter.
A simple "Eh?" was all that Megahertz could utter as Sentinel grabbed her hand. Feeling the wave below her, she instinctively moved closer to Sentinel from surprise as they float up. She gazed with wonder at the shops below. You simply could not tell that you were in a ship in the middle of the deserts from up here. Everything seemed so...comfortable and casual, the shops colorful with their own personalizations and charms. There saw a clothes shop with a giant Light-up bowtie on the roof, for example, or a music shop shaped like a giant stereo system with a door. Eccentric, yet charming. "Yeah....", she whispered back, full of wonder, at Sentinel's question.
As they landed, Megahertz realized just now how close she was to him, and she backed away, before combing her hair and clearing her throat. "Ahem. Hmm."
They began walking and looking through the shops. Megahertz smiled a bit when Sentinel called her by her real name again. Somehow, that simple gesture felt so right. "Ohh....plenty. I'm not picky, really, but I generally prefer stuff with more energy. More passion. And guitar solos. Um, yes. You can NOT skip the guitar solos." Megahertz looked up at the artificial sky with an excited expression while clasping her hands. "Can you imagine those HANDSOME hands rubbing themselves all over the guitar strings? At a speed that would overwhelm most men?? Oh yesssss!"
Megahertz slightly turned to look at Sentinel, smiling genuinely and excitedly. "As for lyrics...I prefer something...heroic, chivalrous. Like power metal!" She folded her arms and pouted slightly while glancing away, before speaking with a lowered tone, "My allies at Dark S1de think of me as a silly little girl for liking such uh...silly things."
She paused, before turning to Sentinel, asking with a bit of hesitation "...Do you think I'm silly...?"
A simple "Eh?" was all that Megahertz could utter as Sentinel grabbed her hand. Feeling the wave below her, she instinctively moved closer to Sentinel from surprise as they float up. She gazed with wonder at the shops below. You simply could not tell that you were in a ship in the middle of the deserts from up here. Everything seemed so...comfortable and casual, the shops colorful with their own personalizations and charms. There saw a clothes shop with a giant Light-up bowtie on the roof, for example, or a music shop shaped like a giant stereo system with a door. Eccentric, yet charming. "Yeah....", she whispered back, full of wonder, at Sentinel's question.
As they landed, Megahertz realized just now how close she was to him, and she backed away, before combing her hair and clearing her throat. "Ahem. Hmm."
They began walking and looking through the shops. Megahertz smiled a bit when Sentinel called her by her real name again. Somehow, that simple gesture felt so right. "Ohh....plenty. I'm not picky, really, but I generally prefer stuff with more energy. More passion. And guitar solos. Um, yes. You can NOT skip the guitar solos." Megahertz looked up at the artificial sky with an excited expression while clasping her hands. "Can you imagine those HANDSOME hands rubbing themselves all over the guitar strings? At a speed that would overwhelm most men?? Oh yesssss!"
Megahertz slightly turned to look at Sentinel, smiling genuinely and excitedly. "As for lyrics...I prefer something...heroic, chivalrous. Like power metal!" She folded her arms and pouted slightly while glancing away, before speaking with a lowered tone, "My allies at Dark S1de think of me as a silly little girl for liking such uh...silly things."
She paused, before turning to Sentinel, asking with a bit of hesitation "...Do you think I'm silly...?"
The setting changes from F.S.S. Realta Nua to North Dagojouiise
The deeper Byatis got into the cave, the darker and narrower it became. There were torches here and there placed on the walls, but they were barely adequate illumination. Although the interior is narrow, it was quite tall, giving Byatis plenty of room to stalk from above. He soon discover a pair of Beastmen Hunters, one of them the chief, praying in front of a juvenile dead armored desert Rhino, its thick, rocy armor having been pierced by a spear. The Chief's spear, by the looks of it, as it shared the elaborate and colorful orange feathers adorning the Beastman chief's head. The Chief not only had fancier equipment, he was also bigger and covered in scars; some ritualistic, others born from battle.
"May the wind guide you on to your next life, beastkin.", the Chief stated gently in his prayers.
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Clockwork chuckled at his Captain's joke as he hopped on his hoverbike and gripped the handles. "Looking good is my middle name, Captain!"
"COWABUNGA!", Clockwork shouted. The garage door was automatically opened, exposing the trio as they leaped out into the desert in their hoverbikes. The three bikes bounced a bit as it landed on the sand, first K2, leading the way, followed by Clockwork and Ciril behind him to their right and left, respectively.
The three can feel the handles vibrating and hear the engines roaring as the hoverbikes speed through the rocky deserts quick as a flash.
Clockwork was impressed by K2's initiative on this matter. He was so drunk most of the day yesterday and hungover this morning, but perhaps this was finally the chance for the pirate to show off just what he's made of. Glancing at Ciril with three of his eyes, he looked at the Beastman carefully. Clockwork can feel a...hint of loneliness coming from him. He stated that following them was his mission...but he did not need to compliment K2 on his smart thinking, did he now? Maybe he did. Maybe it was sycophantic. Maybe it was genuine.The overly complicated subtleties of humane emotion gives Clockwork a headache sometimes.
"May the wind guide you on to your next life, beastkin.", the Chief stated gently in his prayers.
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Clockwork chuckled at his Captain's joke as he hopped on his hoverbike and gripped the handles. "Looking good is my middle name, Captain!"
"COWABUNGA!", Clockwork shouted. The garage door was automatically opened, exposing the trio as they leaped out into the desert in their hoverbikes. The three bikes bounced a bit as it landed on the sand, first K2, leading the way, followed by Clockwork and Ciril behind him to their right and left, respectively.
The three can feel the handles vibrating and hear the engines roaring as the hoverbikes speed through the rocky deserts quick as a flash.
Clockwork was impressed by K2's initiative on this matter. He was so drunk most of the day yesterday and hungover this morning, but perhaps this was finally the chance for the pirate to show off just what he's made of. Glancing at Ciril with three of his eyes, he looked at the Beastman carefully. Clockwork can feel a...hint of loneliness coming from him. He stated that following them was his mission...but he did not need to compliment K2 on his smart thinking, did he now? Maybe he did. Maybe it was sycophantic. Maybe it was genuine.The overly complicated subtleties of humane emotion gives Clockwork a headache sometimes.
The setting changes from North Dagojouiise to F.S.S. Realta Nua
"GAH! you are unbelievable Mosa! Fine! FINE! I'm sorry for what I did to you BUT! Do know!! That you left me no choose! It was my only option of survival!" Gelon said furious "Vlad can you please bring me to our room and give me a syringe of nanobots cause I got an ICE CUBE! to beat up! And mosa to prove that I did meet Deunan and beat her fair and square in a spare" gelon said in a what calmer tone to her since she was the only one not to bad mouth him but just be honest and hear him out before judging him
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As Vlad walked with Gelon on her he sigh softly and pat her shoulder "thank you, thank you for being honest to me and not judge me on the things I say, you think and hear me out then you say something and I can appreciate that a lot" he said calm and thankful to her "if you ever want too do something or I can do something for you don't hesitate to ask" he said to her, respecting her greatly
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As Vlad walked with Gelon on her he sigh softly and pat her shoulder "thank you, thank you for being honest to me and not judge me on the things I say, you think and hear me out then you say something and I can appreciate that a lot" he said calm and thankful to her "if you ever want too do something or I can do something for you don't hesitate to ask" he said to her, respecting her greatly
As Deunan advised him on more training, Cubey merely gave a cocky grin and replied cheekily; "Maybe I could use a litte, but I only fell over because I didn't drink all my juice today and i'm tired from dancing and because I haven't had playtime or nap-time today. But wait you see, i'm as strong as Ranger Red!", though his sudden confidence was knocked asunder when he realized the squid guy he was talking about earlier had just went up to his new friend, gushing over her performance as Cubey did before. He was worried, maybe the possible bad guy wanted to hurt his buddy, but then maybe he was just a fan like him, who also though she was super mega awesome cool and really very good at singing. He wasn't sure about the bug lady who said squid guy was bad at fighting that relieved Cubey a little. He was never sure if he could beat some that was good at fighting.
As Lekan questioned what Cubey was whispering about, the naive beastman jumped in shock, managing to be blindsided by the squid creature, obviously shaken that he managed to hear something from the conversation earlier. He then let his eyes stare guiltily at the ceiling, tapping his hands together as he managed to stammer out suspiciously; "N-n-n-not at A-a-a-a-all!I was j-j-j-j-just t-t-t-t-talking about the R-r-r-r-r-r-r-rainbow R-r-r-r-r-r-rangers. I'm not lying." , doing terribly at hiding the truth as he then proceeded to whistle out of tune, edging a little closer to Deunan in nervousness.
He then stared at the other much like Deunan did when the insect lady announced her name was apparently Bob Howzer, which prompted Cubey to automatically say; "That's just silly! Your a girl! Bob's a boy name! Tee hee hee! Your so silly, 'bob'!", a she nudged her in the ribs giggling before taking a step back and clearing his throat.
"I am the 'Super Duper' Cubey! I'm buddies with Deunan and I'm super good at fighting and doing gravity stuff and watching cartoons and drinking juice and eating sweets and stuff!", he announce proudly, doing his best to imitate one of the Rainbow Rangers poses, before adding; "Oh, and umm if you need help fighting we could training together Mr. squid man, but we'd need to find a a cardboard cutout and I can't train with you if your a bad guy.", then nodding sagely, as if he just imparted some ancient wisdom to the stranger.
As Lekan questioned what Cubey was whispering about, the naive beastman jumped in shock, managing to be blindsided by the squid creature, obviously shaken that he managed to hear something from the conversation earlier. He then let his eyes stare guiltily at the ceiling, tapping his hands together as he managed to stammer out suspiciously; "N-n-n-not at A-a-a-a-all!I was j-j-j-j-just t-t-t-t-talking about the R-r-r-r-r-r-r-rainbow R-r-r-r-r-r-rangers. I'm not lying." , doing terribly at hiding the truth as he then proceeded to whistle out of tune, edging a little closer to Deunan in nervousness.
He then stared at the other much like Deunan did when the insect lady announced her name was apparently Bob Howzer, which prompted Cubey to automatically say; "That's just silly! Your a girl! Bob's a boy name! Tee hee hee! Your so silly, 'bob'!", a she nudged her in the ribs giggling before taking a step back and clearing his throat.
"I am the 'Super Duper' Cubey! I'm buddies with Deunan and I'm super good at fighting and doing gravity stuff and watching cartoons and drinking juice and eating sweets and stuff!", he announce proudly, doing his best to imitate one of the Rainbow Rangers poses, before adding; "Oh, and umm if you need help fighting we could training together Mr. squid man, but we'd need to find a a cardboard cutout and I can't train with you if your a bad guy.", then nodding sagely, as if he just imparted some ancient wisdom to the stranger.
(Points to anyone who finds the allusion)
As they landed and Megahertz stepped away from him, he felt a small pang of loss for the contact. It had felt...comforting with Megahertz close to him. Less lonely than he had been in all these years of his life. Sentinel may not have been able to feel the touch as a living being would, but the simple act afforded him a soft glow of happiness. Maybe he wouldn't be so lonely after all.
Walking down the boulevard, Sentinel searched the various shops with quick glances through the windows. One, called Broken Dreams, seemed a fairly morbid place. Black candles burned softly in the interior and his olfactory sensors detected traces of incense wafting out as well. Shadows hung on the wall, personal cloaks that would bond with the wearer, expressing their mood with its various shades. But not what he was looking for.
Listening to Megahertz's words, he compared her description with what he had thought of Deunan's music. Certainly a few differences in there. Her music was more light-hearted and up-beat, suited pleasing crowds and the ear. From what Megahertz said, she preferred something more inspirational and heavy, providing a strong rhythm and beat. What would that sound like. Certainly something to try. If Sentinel could have smiled he would have as Megahertz wondered at being able to play a guitar. Her enthusiasm was so honest and friendly that his affection towards her rose even more. Thinking to the credit chip he had stored, he now saw a new use for it. Sentinel might be able to win her through music, but in a different way than he had originally planned.
At her query, he tilted his head briefly before quickly answering, "Silly? No, you are not silly. To be silly would be to listen to those that tell you you shouldn't like that. What you are is more important than what others think of you. Remember that." Spotting a cafe, he directed them towards the building. It would do her good to eat. He felt guilty about it, in fact. After all, it was his fault that they she had not been able to access food. Sitting down, he leaned back to rest, still recovering slightly from the exertion of lifting himself and Megahertz. A much more complex and tasking venture than smashing open a tank.
Looking over at her once again, pronouncing, "And if anyone ever tries to stop you from being yourself, they'll have me to deal with."
As they landed and Megahertz stepped away from him, he felt a small pang of loss for the contact. It had felt...comforting with Megahertz close to him. Less lonely than he had been in all these years of his life. Sentinel may not have been able to feel the touch as a living being would, but the simple act afforded him a soft glow of happiness. Maybe he wouldn't be so lonely after all.
Walking down the boulevard, Sentinel searched the various shops with quick glances through the windows. One, called Broken Dreams, seemed a fairly morbid place. Black candles burned softly in the interior and his olfactory sensors detected traces of incense wafting out as well. Shadows hung on the wall, personal cloaks that would bond with the wearer, expressing their mood with its various shades. But not what he was looking for.
Listening to Megahertz's words, he compared her description with what he had thought of Deunan's music. Certainly a few differences in there. Her music was more light-hearted and up-beat, suited pleasing crowds and the ear. From what Megahertz said, she preferred something more inspirational and heavy, providing a strong rhythm and beat. What would that sound like. Certainly something to try. If Sentinel could have smiled he would have as Megahertz wondered at being able to play a guitar. Her enthusiasm was so honest and friendly that his affection towards her rose even more. Thinking to the credit chip he had stored, he now saw a new use for it. Sentinel might be able to win her through music, but in a different way than he had originally planned.
At her query, he tilted his head briefly before quickly answering, "Silly? No, you are not silly. To be silly would be to listen to those that tell you you shouldn't like that. What you are is more important than what others think of you. Remember that." Spotting a cafe, he directed them towards the building. It would do her good to eat. He felt guilty about it, in fact. After all, it was his fault that they she had not been able to access food. Sitting down, he leaned back to rest, still recovering slightly from the exertion of lifting himself and Megahertz. A much more complex and tasking venture than smashing open a tank.
Looking over at her once again, pronouncing, "And if anyone ever tries to stop you from being yourself, they'll have me to deal with."
The setting changes from F.S.S. Realta Nua to North Dagojouiise
Byatis finally had sights on all three. Figuring the Chief would be the better hunter, Byatis aimed to assassinate the two guards first. They would less likely see him coming. Byatis crawled back to the first beastman closer to the mouth of the cave. He was still in prayer. Good. Byatis positioned himself on the ceiling. If he was gonna make this look like a Spider kill, he might as well hunt like one. Silently, Byatis brought down his invisible tail near the back of the Beastman's neck. One moment....two moments... Suddenly, he dug the venomous mandibles of his tail into the back of his neck. The venom would be most potent as it circulates quickly in his bloodstream. Byatis was quick to wrap his invisible tail around the man-bear's head in order to stifle any screams. He waited until the beastman would fall limp.
The setting changes from North Dagojouiise to F.S.S. Realta Nua
Ophelia reeled back instinctively as Mosa got close. "An apology..." she repeated quietly. She then looked to Gelon as he attempted to explain himself. She just stared incredulously as he grovelled then walked off with Vlad. "That's what you all thought...this was about..." Mosa and Ridley can see her getting angry. She clenched her fists and furrowed her brow as she took a step back away from Ridley. "You pigs think thats why I attacked? I attacked because they company you work for funded and supported the ones who turned me into a monster. And I will not let him gain such power by 'capturing' GEHENNA. They had to be stopped." She spoke through her teeth. She didn't know if Mosa worked for Drakov industries, so she mainly focused her hatred towards Ridley, since Gelon and Vlad walked away. "If its anyone who should apologize it's your boss, and with his life." She muttered under her breath.
She took a moment to their silence to look at her surroundings of the Realta Nua. It was....like another planet entirely. A temperate, indoor city. It was so diversely populated, yet she still felt she stuck out. Rightfully so, with her unsightly features. The were in a park of some sort. Many people were walking around. She noticed a crowd around a pink-haired woman. Sour thoughts came to mind about someone she knew with vibrant hair. She was at a loss of what to do. Would she run? Would she fight? Ophelia didn't know the consequences of either action.
She took a moment to their silence to look at her surroundings of the Realta Nua. It was....like another planet entirely. A temperate, indoor city. It was so diversely populated, yet she still felt she stuck out. Rightfully so, with her unsightly features. The were in a park of some sort. Many people were walking around. She noticed a crowd around a pink-haired woman. Sour thoughts came to mind about someone she knew with vibrant hair. She was at a loss of what to do. Would she run? Would she fight? Ophelia didn't know the consequences of either action.
Ridley rolled his eye at Gelon's threatening comment. "Are you feeling THAT emasculated, Gelon?" Mosa shook his head. "You could've gone for her back..." Vlad proceeded to follow Gelon, with an unimpressed look on her face as she glared at Gelon touching her shoulder. Again. "Oh, I am judging you. I am judging you very much right now. Unlike the boys, I just know to keep my mouth shut."
When Mosa saw Vlad and Gelon walking away, he ran back to them. "HEY, GRABBY GELON! VLAD! WAIT! I'M NOT DONE YET!", and planted his strong, manly hands on their shoulders firmly. "What is it with you people and touching. ALL the touching.", Vlad scowled.
Ridley stared down at Ophelia, listening to her. He looked at her from top to bottom. He knew about Drakov's more immoral experimentations, though he never really got a chance to look at one personally....until now. Looking at her from eye to eye, he felt a tinge of guilt. He does not like bullies, whether it be himself or someone he works with, though he tries to not care, and he never really had to. But when faced with such intense black eyes, Ridley was left speechless.
Mosa returned, dragging Gelon and Vlad to Ridley and Ophelia. "Hey now! Mosa got idea. Mosa treat you all for lunch, so you all can have some quality time, yes? Yes!", he said, not taking 'no' from an answer, despite Vlad and Ridley's silent protest.
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The four were dragged into...a sushi restaurant. A cozy brown interior with a modern yet exotic twist. They sat down at the bar, in front of the conveyor belt delivering delicious seafood on colorful plates. Mosa and Ridley had a bit of trouble sitting, particularly the overly huge Mosa, but they settled down eventually.
Vlad's eyes were locked on the sushi conveyor belt, with a look of hunger and desire. Like a cat, her head tracked the plates of the sushi. She spotted the orange roe-sprinkled California roll, the sight of its vibrant green avocado, its white rice, and orange crab meat enough to whet her apetite. She became more and more excited as she saw more sushi came in, finding herself at lost at which to choose. The Black Dragon? The rainbow?! What about the unagi roll?!! So many choices!
Mosa turned to look at each of his 'buddies', looking particularly happy at Vlad's obvious excitement. Ah, he remembered when he used to take her to her seafood restaurant all the time, when they were still together....good times, good times. He then turned to Gelon, Ridley, and Ophelia. "Mosa pay all. You eat, eat, eat!", he said with a giddy grin.
Ridley was seated between Gelon and Ophelia, and he glanced between the two. Not his choice of seating, but whatever.
When Mosa saw Vlad and Gelon walking away, he ran back to them. "HEY, GRABBY GELON! VLAD! WAIT! I'M NOT DONE YET!", and planted his strong, manly hands on their shoulders firmly. "What is it with you people and touching. ALL the touching.", Vlad scowled.
Ridley stared down at Ophelia, listening to her. He looked at her from top to bottom. He knew about Drakov's more immoral experimentations, though he never really got a chance to look at one personally....until now. Looking at her from eye to eye, he felt a tinge of guilt. He does not like bullies, whether it be himself or someone he works with, though he tries to not care, and he never really had to. But when faced with such intense black eyes, Ridley was left speechless.
Mosa returned, dragging Gelon and Vlad to Ridley and Ophelia. "Hey now! Mosa got idea. Mosa treat you all for lunch, so you all can have some quality time, yes? Yes!", he said, not taking 'no' from an answer, despite Vlad and Ridley's silent protest.
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The four were dragged into...a sushi restaurant. A cozy brown interior with a modern yet exotic twist. They sat down at the bar, in front of the conveyor belt delivering delicious seafood on colorful plates. Mosa and Ridley had a bit of trouble sitting, particularly the overly huge Mosa, but they settled down eventually.
Vlad's eyes were locked on the sushi conveyor belt, with a look of hunger and desire. Like a cat, her head tracked the plates of the sushi. She spotted the orange roe-sprinkled California roll, the sight of its vibrant green avocado, its white rice, and orange crab meat enough to whet her apetite. She became more and more excited as she saw more sushi came in, finding herself at lost at which to choose. The Black Dragon? The rainbow?! What about the unagi roll?!! So many choices!
Mosa turned to look at each of his 'buddies', looking particularly happy at Vlad's obvious excitement. Ah, he remembered when he used to take her to her seafood restaurant all the time, when they were still together....good times, good times. He then turned to Gelon, Ridley, and Ophelia. "Mosa pay all. You eat, eat, eat!", he said with a giddy grin.
Ridley was seated between Gelon and Ophelia, and he glanced between the two. Not his choice of seating, but whatever.
Gelon sit on his seat and was keeping himself together pretty well but he could feel the pain creeping closer "Mosa i can't stay i need to leave otherwise i might collapse from my injuries" Gelon said as he got op leaning on everything he could "and don't stop me cause i'm literally broken and might have some small internal bleeding" Gelon said as he pushed the door open and walk along the walls "stupid those three, unbelievable!" he mumbled under his breath "i respect her and what do i get just smacked in the face and that ice elemental just hates my guts, this is why i work alone god dammit no one seems to understand me and my ways" Gelon mumbled to himself as he made his way to his 'team's' room
The setting changes from F.S.S. Realta Nua to North Dagojouiise
Cirl's head coil curled tightly in place as the hoverbike rocketed over the dusty planet surface. Unlike his two companions he made no enthusiastic yell as they set off. He was too reserved for that. He wondered just what K2 planned to do when he found Byatis, but he had a guess it would be ...not very diplomatic. He could barely hear his communicator chime over the bike's engine and the whirling sand, but chose to ignore it for once.
((Boring post is boring. Also I do apologize for late replies in general. I work really really long hours and sometimes can't get to this quickly. ))
((Boring post is boring. Also I do apologize for late replies in general. I work really really long hours and sometimes can't get to this quickly. ))
The setting changes from North Dagojouiise to F.S.S. Realta Nua
Lekan looked quite obviously unimpressed at the Beastman's attempt at lying. If nothing else, it did bring him to the conclusion that this person couldn't even act threatening even if they tried, which came as a slight relief. Talking with Deunan was nice; her voice seemed to make him feel more at ease, especially when she politely dismissed the formalities with a wave of her hand. When she asked for their names, however, Quin just had to go and spoil the moment.
"She meant what are our names, Quin," he retorted, giving her a poke in the side with one of his arms. "My name's Lekan, and my friend here is called Quin." The Beastman introduced itself as Cubey. A very... fitting name, given the shape of its head. They already knew of Deunan, of course. Who didn't?
Lekan listened to Cubey, wincing at the fact that he'd overheard Quin stating that the Ondari did indeed suck at fighting. Actually training to fight, though. That sounded like a reasonable idea, even if it was just to learn how to better defend himself in unarmed combat. There was, however, a slight flaw in Cubey's plan.
"I don't think GEHENNA would be as easy to take down as cardboard cutouts," said Lekan. "They've got facilities rigged up for training, so we could always do some sparring. What do you think, Quin?" He felt that the Genesior, being a veteran of the war, would make an excellent teacher.
"She meant what are our names, Quin," he retorted, giving her a poke in the side with one of his arms. "My name's Lekan, and my friend here is called Quin." The Beastman introduced itself as Cubey. A very... fitting name, given the shape of its head. They already knew of Deunan, of course. Who didn't?
Lekan listened to Cubey, wincing at the fact that he'd overheard Quin stating that the Ondari did indeed suck at fighting. Actually training to fight, though. That sounded like a reasonable idea, even if it was just to learn how to better defend himself in unarmed combat. There was, however, a slight flaw in Cubey's plan.
"I don't think GEHENNA would be as easy to take down as cardboard cutouts," said Lekan. "They've got facilities rigged up for training, so we could always do some sparring. What do you think, Quin?" He felt that the Genesior, being a veteran of the war, would make an excellent teacher.
Ophelia was dragged by Mosa to a restaurant with the others. In her complete confusion, she didn't resist. She was sat down but she remained completely quiet. The smell of fish invaded her nostrils quickly, and she turned noticing food riding around on a conveyor belt. She had absolutely no idea why she was here, what she was looking at in terms of food, or even WHO these people were. They didn't even know who she was. She just stared around blankly. She had to hunch awkwardly in her seat, since her dorsal spined didn't allow for easy comfort. She just told them her plight but...nothing. Ophelia stared at the table.
Suddenly a whining sound came from her stomach. She was starving. Ophelia hadn't eaten in almost a week. But she didn't take any food. She refused to trust people she had just met. She didn't make eye contact with any of them.
Suddenly a whining sound came from her stomach. She was starving. Ophelia hadn't eaten in almost a week. But she didn't take any food. She refused to trust people she had just met. She didn't make eye contact with any of them.
Deunan giggled more and more at Cubey, finding him to be cuter and cuter by the second.
Quin did not budge as Cubey poked at him. Like Deunan though, she quickly became more and more charmed by his antics. Quin turned to Lekan, and whispered, "You have just been out-cuted."
Quin glanced to the ceiling to think over Lekan's suggestion.
Deunan gave a thumbs up and nodded at Lekan. "That sounds like a FABULOUS idea!", she excitedly stated with a bubbly tone. "Four of us training together...I'm sure we can compliment each other's strengths and weaknessees!"
Quin kept quiet for a bit more, before nodding once. "Okay." She looked at each of them with an analytic eye. An inexperienced squid, a cubic Giraffe, a galactic popstar, and a space bug marine. Not exactly her top pick for an eldritch-abomination hunting squad. Still, there may be more than meets the eye with them..especially the cubic giraffe. If what he said about gravity manipulation was true...then he might just be one of their best fighters.
"So! when should we do this?", Deunan asked eagerly, placing both hands on her hips.
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Megahertz glanced at the "Broken Dreams" store. She couldn't help but smile a bit, as she knew some people back at Dark S1de who would be at home with this shop.
Megahertz blushed and lowered her head a bit at Sentinel's statement. She froze, unsure of what to do, or how to show her gratefulness. Yes, gratefulness. She stared at him, eye to visor, for a long while. She considered it strange that such a genuinely chivalrous statement could be found from a killer robot, of all thi-..people. But was it really that strange?
"Good afternoon! May I take your orders?", a chirpy voice suddenly broke Megahertz out of her silence.
"A-ah! Right...uhhh..", Megahertz looked down at the menu on the table, thinking for a bit. "I'll take the Alfredo Crepe please. Yes!" Megahertz turned to look at Sentinel, wondering if he would even need, want, or could, eat.
Suddenly, from the corner of her eyes, Megahertz could see a....strange, bleeding man walking alongside the walls. She hovered closer to Sentinel, whispering, in an anxious manner, "Hey....Sentinel...look."
They could see Gelon Deskovitch limping, mumbling, bleeding everywhere. The crowds stay away from him and the bloodied wall.
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Mosa looked up at Gelon as he got up, and looked genuinely worried. "Oh..uh. Okay then. Bai!"
Vlad also glanced at him until he left, feeling a tiny bit of concern...until she heard him backtalk the three with her sensitive cat ears, and her glance turned into a glare at the closing door.
Vlad then turned towards the sushi conveyor belt, picked one, and started eating voraciously. Ridley nearby also grabbed an orange plate with delicious-looking sushi on it, and began shoving it into the red core in his abdomen.
Mosa wolfed down sushi after sushi in seconds, his enormous hands surprisingly having a tight and steady grip on the pencil-thin chopsticks. As he munched, he noticed Ophelia refusing to eat. He hesitated at first, but after hearing her stomach growl, Mosa's hesitation disappeared completely. He grabbed an enormous box and placed it in front of Ophelia. He opened it, revealing a steaming eel fillet over some rice with tempting sweet sauce dripped over it.
"Eaaaaaaaat. Don't worry, Mosa pay for everything! Healthy women are full women!" Mosa said while looking at her with an enormous, encouraging grin. Thanks to all that teeth and those firey orange eyes, it looked more threatening than encouraging, really, which was not helped with thuggish, heavy voice.
Quin did not budge as Cubey poked at him. Like Deunan though, she quickly became more and more charmed by his antics. Quin turned to Lekan, and whispered, "You have just been out-cuted."
Quin glanced to the ceiling to think over Lekan's suggestion.
Deunan gave a thumbs up and nodded at Lekan. "That sounds like a FABULOUS idea!", she excitedly stated with a bubbly tone. "Four of us training together...I'm sure we can compliment each other's strengths and weaknessees!"
Quin kept quiet for a bit more, before nodding once. "Okay." She looked at each of them with an analytic eye. An inexperienced squid, a cubic Giraffe, a galactic popstar, and a space bug marine. Not exactly her top pick for an eldritch-abomination hunting squad. Still, there may be more than meets the eye with them..especially the cubic giraffe. If what he said about gravity manipulation was true...then he might just be one of their best fighters.
"So! when should we do this?", Deunan asked eagerly, placing both hands on her hips.
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Megahertz glanced at the "Broken Dreams" store. She couldn't help but smile a bit, as she knew some people back at Dark S1de who would be at home with this shop.
Megahertz blushed and lowered her head a bit at Sentinel's statement. She froze, unsure of what to do, or how to show her gratefulness. Yes, gratefulness. She stared at him, eye to visor, for a long while. She considered it strange that such a genuinely chivalrous statement could be found from a killer robot, of all thi-..people. But was it really that strange?
"Good afternoon! May I take your orders?", a chirpy voice suddenly broke Megahertz out of her silence.
"A-ah! Right...uhhh..", Megahertz looked down at the menu on the table, thinking for a bit. "I'll take the Alfredo Crepe please. Yes!" Megahertz turned to look at Sentinel, wondering if he would even need, want, or could, eat.
Suddenly, from the corner of her eyes, Megahertz could see a....strange, bleeding man walking alongside the walls. She hovered closer to Sentinel, whispering, in an anxious manner, "Hey....Sentinel...look."
They could see Gelon Deskovitch limping, mumbling, bleeding everywhere. The crowds stay away from him and the bloodied wall.
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Mosa looked up at Gelon as he got up, and looked genuinely worried. "Oh..uh. Okay then. Bai!"
Vlad also glanced at him until he left, feeling a tiny bit of concern...until she heard him backtalk the three with her sensitive cat ears, and her glance turned into a glare at the closing door.
Vlad then turned towards the sushi conveyor belt, picked one, and started eating voraciously. Ridley nearby also grabbed an orange plate with delicious-looking sushi on it, and began shoving it into the red core in his abdomen.
Mosa wolfed down sushi after sushi in seconds, his enormous hands surprisingly having a tight and steady grip on the pencil-thin chopsticks. As he munched, he noticed Ophelia refusing to eat. He hesitated at first, but after hearing her stomach growl, Mosa's hesitation disappeared completely. He grabbed an enormous box and placed it in front of Ophelia. He opened it, revealing a steaming eel fillet over some rice with tempting sweet sauce dripped over it.
"Eaaaaaaaat. Don't worry, Mosa pay for everything! Healthy women are full women!" Mosa said while looking at her with an enormous, encouraging grin. Thanks to all that teeth and those firey orange eyes, it looked more threatening than encouraging, really, which was not helped with thuggish, heavy voice.
Ophelia looked up at Mosa when he placed the open box of food to where she was staring. The scent of the fresh food assaulted her senses, only making her stomach grumble louder. She whimpered to herself. She still didn't trust any of them but she was quickly losing the war of attrition with her basic instincts. Ophelia seized the box of food in the middle of Mosa's sentence and voraciously devoured it's contents. Ophelia had no etiquette whatsoever. The food was gone in only a couple of minutes. She put the box down. The three can notice that the stitches on the edge of her mouth were bleeding a little, perhaps from her eating. She wiped it off with her sleeve.
It was soooo good. Ophelia hadn't had real food in...forever. All she ever had as food was sludge the scientists called 'formula' and supplement injections. The flavours were almost too much to handle. Ophelia quietly looked back up at Mosa. "....thank you." she said quietly. She then looked to all of them. "Who...are you?"
It was soooo good. Ophelia hadn't had real food in...forever. All she ever had as food was sludge the scientists called 'formula' and supplement injections. The flavours were almost too much to handle. Ophelia quietly looked back up at Mosa. "....thank you." she said quietly. She then looked to all of them. "Who...are you?"
Awkwardness settled over Sentinel as he and Megahertz sat there staring at each other. Reflecting on his behavior, he was astonished by it. With seemingly no reason, he had gone from yesterday killing her man without remorse and whimsically bringing her to sitting with her at a cafe of all things. Something had definitely happened while he was 'unconscious', for lack of better words. Once again attempting to figure out what had happened to him, specifically what was in the inaccessible area, Sentinel still found himself blocked by the mainframe. Strange that he, the conscious part of the system, should be blocked by something he could edit. Albeit, the editing was a fairly poor job.
Ordering the food simply served to exacerbate his uncomfortable mood. He physically couldn't eat. Ordering something would simply be a waste of food and money. But to not do so would be strange. Indecision plagued him. About to answer, he was stopped by Megahertz's pointing out of Gelon.
Turning, Sentinel saw the man stumbling along the wall, blood dripping along the causeway and leaving smears of blood across the wall. Where there was a bleeding man stumbling across, there was either a danger nearby or the man had self-inflicted the wound. Sentinel stuck with the previous as someone who self-inflicted a wound would most likely not wander around.
Although his power generator was as of yet recovering, Sentinel began to charge up the telekinetic module in case he had to do some nonlethal work. Placing a hand to one of the particle cannons attached to his waist, he approached Gelon and asked, "Excuse me, sir. Do you require assistance?"
Ordering the food simply served to exacerbate his uncomfortable mood. He physically couldn't eat. Ordering something would simply be a waste of food and money. But to not do so would be strange. Indecision plagued him. About to answer, he was stopped by Megahertz's pointing out of Gelon.
Turning, Sentinel saw the man stumbling along the wall, blood dripping along the causeway and leaving smears of blood across the wall. Where there was a bleeding man stumbling across, there was either a danger nearby or the man had self-inflicted the wound. Sentinel stuck with the previous as someone who self-inflicted a wound would most likely not wander around.
Although his power generator was as of yet recovering, Sentinel began to charge up the telekinetic module in case he had to do some nonlethal work. Placing a hand to one of the particle cannons attached to his waist, he approached Gelon and asked, "Excuse me, sir. Do you require assistance?"
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The ride didn't take very long, but was pretty fucking bad ass. Keeton had never ridden in any sort of vehicle before, it was thrilling to say the least. He navigated as best he could, but secretly sent the location to clocky so he could help him out.
The trio after blasting through the barren desert, finally arrive at the top of one of the canyons many ridges. Looking around Keeton finally spots the cave that Byatis should be in. He sends the coordinates to Ciril's navigator, "Alright boss, its all you." Keeton says quietly saluting the beast man.
The trio after blasting through the barren desert, finally arrive at the top of one of the canyons many ridges. Looking around Keeton finally spots the cave that Byatis should be in. He sends the coordinates to Ciril's navigator, "Alright boss, its all you." Keeton says quietly saluting the beast man.
"Mgh-..!" The Beastman was barely able to let out a squeak before Byatis' tail wrapped around him. He squirmed in futility for a few seconds...before falling limp and dying from the venom. No problem at all. Outside, Byatis could hear suspicious engine noises. Sounds like they're stopping just outside and below this cave. Who in the world could it be?
Byatis almost panicked when he heard engine noises. Backup? Already? Impossible! Despite being late it was still far too early for the Chief's escort to arrive! He had to hurry. He scurried along into the cave along the ceiling, hoping to god that they didn't hear the engine noises as well. Byatis positioned himself in the same way as before, but this time aimed at the Chief. He needed this finished before any other unexpected complications.
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Gelon looked up as he heard Sentinel's voice and only then he noticed the blood "it appears I do" he said and lean against the wall with his arm "the name is Gelon, Gelon Deskovitch" he said as he tried to figure out where the bleeding was coming from but it wasn't becoming any easier with the increasing amount of pain and his broken body
Mosa grinned as Ophelia wolfed down her food. So quickly! She must have been starving, he thought. All three noticed the bleeding from the stitches on her mouth. Mosa quietly admired her simply brushing off that wound. Vlad wondered what happened to her, since she was not there to hear her plight. Ridley glanced to the side, remembering what Ophelia told him about Drakov and their illegal experimentations. Vlad and Ridley both wonder if the simple act of eating would be painful for her.......or if she had lived so long with the pain, that it became more a nuisance than anything.
Mosa's eyes lit up, and his grin widened when Ophelia thanked him. This was why he chose to be a chef. Seeing the joy in people's faces, as they taste and enjoy new food....it was enough to bring happiness in the big crocodile's heart. Mosa nodded enthusiastically to both himself and Ophelia, and then introduced himself, pointing to his chest. "Mosa is Mosa. That is Vlad, and the asshole is Ridley.", Mosa said as he pointed at the two.
"Hey!", Ridley gave a token whine of protest.
Just then, Vlad realized that they did not even know Ophelia's name yet. She opened her mouth, and was about to ask the question herself, but..
"What bout you? What your name?" Mosa beat her to it with his burly voice, his right elbow placed at the bar, his lips bearing an oddly whimsical, cat-like smile.
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Megahertz rushed over to accompany Sentinel, looking at Gelon in concern. "Goodness, what the hell happened to you?! You look like you've been ran over by a train....", Megahertz spoke anxiously. She knelt down next to him, and her eyes glow slightly as she scanned all the broken bones, stab wounds, and internal bleeding inside him. "By the tentacles....", she whispered, horrified. She looked up at Sentinel. "Call the medics!"
Mosa's eyes lit up, and his grin widened when Ophelia thanked him. This was why he chose to be a chef. Seeing the joy in people's faces, as they taste and enjoy new food....it was enough to bring happiness in the big crocodile's heart. Mosa nodded enthusiastically to both himself and Ophelia, and then introduced himself, pointing to his chest. "Mosa is Mosa. That is Vlad, and the asshole is Ridley.", Mosa said as he pointed at the two.
"Hey!", Ridley gave a token whine of protest.
Just then, Vlad realized that they did not even know Ophelia's name yet. She opened her mouth, and was about to ask the question herself, but..
"What bout you? What your name?" Mosa beat her to it with his burly voice, his right elbow placed at the bar, his lips bearing an oddly whimsical, cat-like smile.
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Megahertz rushed over to accompany Sentinel, looking at Gelon in concern. "Goodness, what the hell happened to you?! You look like you've been ran over by a train....", Megahertz spoke anxiously. She knelt down next to him, and her eyes glow slightly as she scanned all the broken bones, stab wounds, and internal bleeding inside him. "By the tentacles....", she whispered, horrified. She looked up at Sentinel. "Call the medics!"
Ophelia looked at each one of her company as Mosa introduced them, just staring quietly. "I won't bother asking about the other's name. The one with personal space issues." She muttered quietly. She then looked over at Mosa. "...my name?" She went quiet for a moment, sifting through her memories as if sh had to recall what her name was until finally. "...Ophelia. My name is Ophelia," she revealed in a low voice. No one in a very long time referred to her by any name, just a code with some numbers. The only one who called her by her name was her old cellmate. Ophelia shook her head as to not dwell on the thought.
She continued to take food from the conveyor belt and scarf it down. She felt guilty for betraying her own senses. She didn't want their pity but she was just....so...hungry. She didn't particularly feel safe being in the company of Drakov's minions, or inside Drakov's flying fortress but she really didn't have much of a choice. But she had to admit, this place was...pleasant. Too bad she can never fully enjoy it.
Ophelia looked at the three again, looking at her bleeding mouth where the stitches were. "...At the lab I had a tendency of biting anyone who got too close. In case you were curious." She said bluntly.
She continued to take food from the conveyor belt and scarf it down. She felt guilty for betraying her own senses. She didn't want their pity but she was just....so...hungry. She didn't particularly feel safe being in the company of Drakov's minions, or inside Drakov's flying fortress but she really didn't have much of a choice. But she had to admit, this place was...pleasant. Too bad she can never fully enjoy it.
Ophelia looked at the three again, looking at her bleeding mouth where the stitches were. "...At the lab I had a tendency of biting anyone who got too close. In case you were curious." She said bluntly.
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The Snek raised his eyebrows at K2. "So I'm boss now when it comes to the tricky part?" he allowed himself a smirk. "I hope you are right, because I already questioned the subject Byatis... he knew nothing... this could be considered harassment." all the same he dismounted the bike and approached the canyon wall. He looked over his shoulder at K2 again. "Unless there's something you know that I don't~" but after he said this, the metal bands around his legs uncoiled and then arched into spiked and flexible cables. Anchored at the waist, they reached down at the canyon wall, digging into crevices and lowering the slender Ciril down bit by bit, his arms folded as he lowered over the edge. It was a bizarre motion, but elegant at the same time, as it seemed effortless.
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Gelon slump down on the ground and cough painfully "oh I pissed someone of and that someone threw a boulder to me it was while I was on a mission, can't tell you too much don't think the company I work for would like it" he said and check for blood in his mouth which there was "oh great the nanobots are done" he said and reach for his pocket "do you have something to bite on?" He simply asked as he held the syringe
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Though disappointed at the rejection of cardboard cutouts, Cubey was pretty satisfied with Lekhan's suggestion of using the training area aboard the ship giving his clapping of approval, as well as attempting to multitask with his mind on remembering what the two new possible friends names were that they just announced.
Turning to Lekan, the cubic giraffe replied confidently; "GEHENNA might be super tough, but i'm called 'Super Duper' for a reason!Mostly because I came up with it though, so it could be my hero name. Anyways, us training together in a fancy training place sounds fun!", nodding in approval with a goofy grin and the image of him lifting weights thrice his size in his mind.
As Deunan made her own comment Cubey tried to give his own thumbs up but found it difficult with his hoof-like fingers, to which he decided to give up, and merely add; "Yeah, we could say when one of us is super strong, or has cool powers, or is super fast or super cute or super awesome and other compliments and stuff!"
He seemed all the more excited when Quin agreed as well, giving a little happy giggle.
The mutated beastman then remembered he still had yet to have his autograph from the pop sensation to which he took the juice box out of his pocket, and offering it to Deunan Knight and shyly asking; "Ummmm, is it okay if you sign my juice box? I mean if you want to, we can do that after training if you want."
He began fidgeting as he waited for an answer, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
Turning to Lekan, the cubic giraffe replied confidently; "GEHENNA might be super tough, but i'm called 'Super Duper' for a reason!Mostly because I came up with it though, so it could be my hero name. Anyways, us training together in a fancy training place sounds fun!", nodding in approval with a goofy grin and the image of him lifting weights thrice his size in his mind.
As Deunan made her own comment Cubey tried to give his own thumbs up but found it difficult with his hoof-like fingers, to which he decided to give up, and merely add; "Yeah, we could say when one of us is super strong, or has cool powers, or is super fast or super cute or super awesome and other compliments and stuff!"
He seemed all the more excited when Quin agreed as well, giving a little happy giggle.
The mutated beastman then remembered he still had yet to have his autograph from the pop sensation to which he took the juice box out of his pocket, and offering it to Deunan Knight and shyly asking; "Ummmm, is it okay if you sign my juice box? I mean if you want to, we can do that after training if you want."
He began fidgeting as he waited for an answer, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
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The suggestion of sparring in the training arena seemed to go down pretty well with the others. "We could all go down right now if you wanted. Quin and I aren't busy," he said. Seeing that nobody looked like they were planning on objecting, he made his way toward the training area that had been set up for would-be combatants like themselves to hone their skills, for lack of a better word. The Ondari had heard Quin's whispered remark all too clearly, and he wished he hadn't. It might have been a tinge of jealousy on his part, but he couldn't help but wonder if the comment had been made out of maliciousness, to deliberately aggravate him. Strangely, it also seemed to imply that the Genesior thought he was cute to begin with.
When the group reached the training area, Lekan was content to follow the others. He had never even been anywhere near a place like this in his life before, although he was probably going to be seeing quite a bit of this place in the near future. "So... who shall be sparring against who?"
When the group reached the training area, Lekan was content to follow the others. He had never even been anywhere near a place like this in his life before, although he was probably going to be seeing quite a bit of this place in the near future. "So... who shall be sparring against who?"
Sentinel nodded as Megahertz spoke. While this Gelon figure seemed to be getting slightly better by the moment, it still would not do to have him die from internal bleeding. No matter the nanobots, serious enough damage can kill anyone. Tapping into the ship's network, he activated a line to the medical bay. "We have an emergency on the shop boulevard, a heavily injured man, unknown condition. Requesting some form of medical assistance." Sentinel streamed a list of coordinates for more accurate identification of the area as he disconnected from the thing.
At Gelon's request, he looked around him swiftly. Nothing in the current area that would do much good, depending on how picky Gelon was. The cloak in his compartment was probably fairly sterile after being burned, but wouldn't provide much cushion. Detaching one of the particle cannons from his leg, Sentinel popped out a bolt that was large enough for Gelon to bite on yet small enough to fit in his math. Handing him the piece, Sentinel waited to see what would happen.
At Gelon's request, he looked around him swiftly. Nothing in the current area that would do much good, depending on how picky Gelon was. The cloak in his compartment was probably fairly sterile after being burned, but wouldn't provide much cushion. Detaching one of the particle cannons from his leg, Sentinel popped out a bolt that was large enough for Gelon to bite on yet small enough to fit in his math. Handing him the piece, Sentinel waited to see what would happen.
Ridley asked Ophelia, with plenty of annoyance in his tone, "Oh, you mean Grabby Gelon?"
Mosa growled a little at the mention of Gelon's name, gritting his enormous teeth. "Grabby Gelon touched Mosa's tattoo. Mosa not appreciate that. You not touch someone's tattoo without their permission. Very invasive of personal space. Like touching someone's child or privates. Not nice. ", Mosa spoke in a low, rumbling voice while shooking his head. Somehow, despite his thuggish appearance and brute-ish voice, he sounded more menacing when he wasn't yelling.
When Ophelia revealed her name though, Mosa brightened up again almost immediately, and very jarringly. "Ophelia! It is beautiful name.", he grinned and nodded once more.
The three continued eating with Ophelia in a calm manner. With Mosa between them, Ridley and Vlad felt a lot safer. Vlad couldn't help but worry about Mosa's safety, even if she would not admit it.
Ridley did a double take on Ophelia as she delivered her direct statement. Once again, he was silenced. Vlad looked into her food, and mumbled, "So they stitched it shut.", matter of factly, keeping a neutral tone to the whole ordeal.
"Hehehehe. That did not stop you, eh? Good." Mosa nodded. Mosa was not one to dwell in the past. Being a beastman, there are two things most important to him: honor and strength. He saw both Ophelia's bluntness, the hatred in her eyes, and especially her willingness to thank and cooperate with him as a sign of true strength. Everyone has their own weakness to their pasts. Some chose to bitch and moan, but others chose to use the hatred to empower themselves. And sometimes....you need to draw strength from anywhere and everywhere. Even the darkest of your emotions.
Mosa called for the bill as he made sure everyone was done eating, before turning to Ophelia. "Mosa don't suppose you have place to stay? Mosa has room in lower class cabins. Mosa came with three other people, but...they got off this morning." Mosa grinned again. "You can stay with Mosa if you want."
Ridley and Vlad looked at Mosa in disbelief. Even so, Vlad knew that there was nothing she could do to stop the stubborn oaf. Ridley also knew that if he ratted Ophelia and, especially, Mosa out to Drakov, Vlad would scream for his blood. And right now, Gelon is enough trouble for him.
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Deunan smiled warmly at Cubey. And instead of answering with words, she pulled out her pen and signed her name on the cardboard box. 'Deunan knight', in stylish, italic letters. She made sure to add a heart at the end of the 't'. She then gave Cubey a cute smile, and gestured Cubey to follow Lekan and Quin as they made their way to the training center.
They arrive in the training center, where they were surrounded by training equipment. Sandbags, treadmills, and even a boxing ring in the middle. Deunan placed both her hands on her cheeks and looked on the ring with a googly smile. "Beautiful....", she whispered in awe.
Quin kept quiet for a while, looking around as Lekan aasked his question.
Suddenly, she stopped her gaze at Lekan again, and pointed at Cubey. "You two. Fight."
Deunan punched the air in excitement. "OH MY! This should be cuuuuute!!!!", before sticking two of her raised hand's fingers to create the 'victory' gesture.
Mosa growled a little at the mention of Gelon's name, gritting his enormous teeth. "Grabby Gelon touched Mosa's tattoo. Mosa not appreciate that. You not touch someone's tattoo without their permission. Very invasive of personal space. Like touching someone's child or privates. Not nice. ", Mosa spoke in a low, rumbling voice while shooking his head. Somehow, despite his thuggish appearance and brute-ish voice, he sounded more menacing when he wasn't yelling.
When Ophelia revealed her name though, Mosa brightened up again almost immediately, and very jarringly. "Ophelia! It is beautiful name.", he grinned and nodded once more.
The three continued eating with Ophelia in a calm manner. With Mosa between them, Ridley and Vlad felt a lot safer. Vlad couldn't help but worry about Mosa's safety, even if she would not admit it.
Ridley did a double take on Ophelia as she delivered her direct statement. Once again, he was silenced. Vlad looked into her food, and mumbled, "So they stitched it shut.", matter of factly, keeping a neutral tone to the whole ordeal.
"Hehehehe. That did not stop you, eh? Good." Mosa nodded. Mosa was not one to dwell in the past. Being a beastman, there are two things most important to him: honor and strength. He saw both Ophelia's bluntness, the hatred in her eyes, and especially her willingness to thank and cooperate with him as a sign of true strength. Everyone has their own weakness to their pasts. Some chose to bitch and moan, but others chose to use the hatred to empower themselves. And sometimes....you need to draw strength from anywhere and everywhere. Even the darkest of your emotions.
Mosa called for the bill as he made sure everyone was done eating, before turning to Ophelia. "Mosa don't suppose you have place to stay? Mosa has room in lower class cabins. Mosa came with three other people, but...they got off this morning." Mosa grinned again. "You can stay with Mosa if you want."
Ridley and Vlad looked at Mosa in disbelief. Even so, Vlad knew that there was nothing she could do to stop the stubborn oaf. Ridley also knew that if he ratted Ophelia and, especially, Mosa out to Drakov, Vlad would scream for his blood. And right now, Gelon is enough trouble for him.
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Deunan smiled warmly at Cubey. And instead of answering with words, she pulled out her pen and signed her name on the cardboard box. 'Deunan knight', in stylish, italic letters. She made sure to add a heart at the end of the 't'. She then gave Cubey a cute smile, and gestured Cubey to follow Lekan and Quin as they made their way to the training center.
They arrive in the training center, where they were surrounded by training equipment. Sandbags, treadmills, and even a boxing ring in the middle. Deunan placed both her hands on her cheeks and looked on the ring with a googly smile. "Beautiful....", she whispered in awe.
Quin kept quiet for a while, looking around as Lekan aasked his question.
Suddenly, she stopped her gaze at Lekan again, and pointed at Cubey. "You two. Fight."
Deunan punched the air in excitement. "OH MY! This should be cuuuuute!!!!", before sticking two of her raised hand's fingers to create the 'victory' gesture.
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Wind whipped around the figure on the rise, trench coat flying forward as it was caught by the breeze. Sand stung his head, pelted through his hair. Smiling grimly, Jeremy Graves puffed around the Gurkha Black Dragon cigar stuck between his teeth. Acrid smoke spread out, a hazy cloud obscuring his face. Breathing in the carcinogenic fumes, he sighed with pleasure as his senses were infused with the expensive fumes. He had paid quite dearly for the cigar; only 1,000 had ever been made, making it quite expensive over a galactic scale. Graves had ten of them.
Securing the cap onto his head, Graves turned to the motley band assembled below him on the south side of the dune. A mixture of his own personal mafia members and raiders recruited from the native tribes of Dagojouiise, it was a small army. Milling about were a hundred people, weapons being checked and rechecked, fights breaking out before being quickly suppressed by senior mafia members. Discipline was important in any organization, even if that organization included common desert raiders. Grimacing at the use of such low people he turned back to his target.
A spaceport was set in the middle of the desert, bustling with traffic as passengers boarded and disembarked ships, exchanging goods and ideas. Such an active place, yet it was not his prize. It was the massive vessel floating above the complex. Massive in size, the star ship was as large as a small city, overshadowing the spaceport in its magnificence. Truly a wondrous sight to behold; an even more wondrous place to plunder, for this was the F.S.S. Realta Nua, owned by Boris Drakov.
Graves thought back to his time with Drakov in the Federation military, rivals in everything. In Graves, that rivalry turned to contempt as Boris was favored by his superiors. Matters were only made worse when he was forced to flee the military after being charged with war crimes. That was how he got into the mafia business. And luckily for him, Boris had become leader of galactic super-company. All the better to pay him back. For years, Graves had been conducting raids against shipments of Drakov Industries, obtaining vast amounts of wealth in a short time. For years Graves had hidden in the shadows, avoiding Drakov for fear of being caught. Today was different.
The Realta Nua was Drakov's crown jewel, but it was going to be Graves's prize. Signalling the men behind him, Graves hopped onto one of the land-speeders as it passed by him. Approaching the spaceport at high speeds, the raiders plunged through the building, scattering civilians, killing those unfortunate enough to be caught in the path of the vehicles. Stopping at the tube to the Realta Nua, Graves stepped off and walked into the booth conducting passengers between the ship and the surface. Smiling at the cowering attendant, he dialed the speaker system, patching into the ship.
"Greetings passengers of the Realta Nua! This is your new captain, Jeremy Graves, speaking. I am sorry to tell you this, but we will be experiencing a short interruption in activities as business is conducted. Thank you for your cooperation," he announced, broadcasting over the entire system. Switching the microphone to a personal line to Boris, he said, "Your buddy is back! Nice ship you left for me. Really to kind." Dropping the piece, he pulled out his machine gun and blew apart the console with one shot. Motioning to his force, they assembled in the lift, heading up to the ship.
Securing the cap onto his head, Graves turned to the motley band assembled below him on the south side of the dune. A mixture of his own personal mafia members and raiders recruited from the native tribes of Dagojouiise, it was a small army. Milling about were a hundred people, weapons being checked and rechecked, fights breaking out before being quickly suppressed by senior mafia members. Discipline was important in any organization, even if that organization included common desert raiders. Grimacing at the use of such low people he turned back to his target.
A spaceport was set in the middle of the desert, bustling with traffic as passengers boarded and disembarked ships, exchanging goods and ideas. Such an active place, yet it was not his prize. It was the massive vessel floating above the complex. Massive in size, the star ship was as large as a small city, overshadowing the spaceport in its magnificence. Truly a wondrous sight to behold; an even more wondrous place to plunder, for this was the F.S.S. Realta Nua, owned by Boris Drakov.
Graves thought back to his time with Drakov in the Federation military, rivals in everything. In Graves, that rivalry turned to contempt as Boris was favored by his superiors. Matters were only made worse when he was forced to flee the military after being charged with war crimes. That was how he got into the mafia business. And luckily for him, Boris had become leader of galactic super-company. All the better to pay him back. For years, Graves had been conducting raids against shipments of Drakov Industries, obtaining vast amounts of wealth in a short time. For years Graves had hidden in the shadows, avoiding Drakov for fear of being caught. Today was different.
The Realta Nua was Drakov's crown jewel, but it was going to be Graves's prize. Signalling the men behind him, Graves hopped onto one of the land-speeders as it passed by him. Approaching the spaceport at high speeds, the raiders plunged through the building, scattering civilians, killing those unfortunate enough to be caught in the path of the vehicles. Stopping at the tube to the Realta Nua, Graves stepped off and walked into the booth conducting passengers between the ship and the surface. Smiling at the cowering attendant, he dialed the speaker system, patching into the ship.
"Greetings passengers of the Realta Nua! This is your new captain, Jeremy Graves, speaking. I am sorry to tell you this, but we will be experiencing a short interruption in activities as business is conducted. Thank you for your cooperation," he announced, broadcasting over the entire system. Switching the microphone to a personal line to Boris, he said, "Your buddy is back! Nice ship you left for me. Really to kind." Dropping the piece, he pulled out his machine gun and blew apart the console with one shot. Motioning to his force, they assembled in the lift, heading up to the ship.
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Clockwork looked between his comrades while folding his arms and chuckling. He watched as Ciril climbed towards the caves. He nudged K2, and asked him teasingly, "You have something to help you climb.....right?" Just in case, Clockwork lent him a grappling hook.
Without waiting for an answer, a bright blue burst emits from Clockwork's jet pack, and with a leap, he took off to the air. He moved with ease, hovering besides Ciril, and taking his sweet time as he head towards the caves.
Without waiting for an answer, a bright blue burst emits from Clockwork's jet pack, and with a leap, he took off to the air. He moved with ease, hovering besides Ciril, and taking his sweet time as he head towards the caves.
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A place to stay? Ophelia was unsure about that. It was true, she really didn't have anywhere to go but...could she really trust these people? More specifically the crocodilian man? Before she could respond, the announcement on the loudspeaker invaded their conversation. Ophelia's ears lowered in annoyance. A storm was coming, and it wasn't due to simulated weather. She quickly looked around. She would definitely NOT be short on metal to defend herself with. Ophelia looked at Mosa, then to the others. "I think that will have to wait." She said coldly. Ophelia could care less about Drakov's ship and his belongings, but even she knew bandits would attack anyone on sight. At least, thats what the crew of the Gilgamesh said before she slaughtered them.
She stood tall and clenched her fists, as she could already spot some bandits entering the ship.
She stood tall and clenched her fists, as she could already spot some bandits entering the ship.
"thanks" gelon said and prepared himself mentally for the coming pain "I will be in a lot of pain soon but that is the nanobots working, So don't be worried" he said to megahertz and sentinel then he bits down on the bolt and inject himself and as quick he injected himself he curled up in pain with a muffled sound of pain, the nanobots would help him survive but couldn't heal everything for that he needed doctors *"ah fek tat huts!" He could bring out as he stayed in his curled up position
*ah fuck that hurts
*ah fuck that hurts
Lekan hadn't really expected Quin to be so sudden in allowing the first bout of sparring to begin, although in hindsight he probably should have. "W-wait, you mean right now? Shouldn't we be doing some sort of warm-up exercises first?" He wasn't an expert on these matters, sure, but he did get the idea that one generally did a few stretches before a workout, at least. Deunan's remark didn't help much either, he thought to himself as he sighed and moved towards the ring. Might as well get this over with.
Just then, a message was broadcast over the ship's PA system, and it wasn't from the usual announcer. Nobody tried hi-jacking an Exodus-class ship unless they were either very prepared or very stupid, and Lekan doubted that it was the latter at work here. "Looks like we might have to postpone our training session for now," he said to Cubey, preparing for the worst. There wasn't much point in trying to run here; where would he even run to asides from the unforgiving desert landscape outside?
After some hesitation, Lekan drifted back over to Quin. If there was any place on this ship that he was going to be safe, he thought, it would be by her side.
Just then, a message was broadcast over the ship's PA system, and it wasn't from the usual announcer. Nobody tried hi-jacking an Exodus-class ship unless they were either very prepared or very stupid, and Lekan doubted that it was the latter at work here. "Looks like we might have to postpone our training session for now," he said to Cubey, preparing for the worst. There wasn't much point in trying to run here; where would he even run to asides from the unforgiving desert landscape outside?
After some hesitation, Lekan drifted back over to Quin. If there was any place on this ship that he was going to be safe, he thought, it would be by her side.
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Cubey nodded to Lekan's suggestion to head over to the training area, he was about to follow the determined mollusk and Quin, but not before he was met with the wonderful sight of Deunan signing his juice box, doing a little victory dance as he chanted; "I got an autograph! I got an autograph!"
After he ended his little ritual on a fist pump, and placing the small carton once again in his pocket, he noticed Deunan's gesture to follow, which he quickly jogged over to the trio, wandering off with them to the facility.
As they arrived at the said training facility, Cubey gave resounding "Oooooooooooooooooo!" as he looked around at the impressive array of training equipment, including sandbags, treadmills and tons of weights, not to mention the boxing ring they had there. Or wrestling ring. Cubey wasn't entirely sure which it was, but he was completely sure he was extremely impressed with the place. Weird that there wasn't any cardboard cutouts of bad guys though. With Lekan's question, Cubey too looked around the room, though mostly due to being confused that Quin was doing so, until he heard the insectoid woman's words, seeming more like an order than a decision, of him fighting Lekan, to which Cubey simple exclaimed; "Okay then! But if I win, Lekan has to buy me some sweets!", before blushing shyly at Deunan's comment, swaying side to side with his tail wagging slightly, seeming oblivious to Lekan's nervousness as he skipped over to the ring and giving Deunan a hoof back, due to the difficulty of making a victory sign.
Just as he attempted to clamber up the side of the ring, managing to end up wrestling the ropes, he heard the suspicious announcement over the ship's intercom of the 'new captain', pausing to listen to the message, completely being the gullible one he was, fully believing he was the captain. So much so, he seemed puzzled at his new friends words saying to postpone the sparring session, replying; "Eh? Huh? Why? The new captain said some activities are stopped because business, but training is kinda like business because we need to get stronger so we can beat up bad guys. Well I don't know about the rest of you but it's super ultra serious business for me."
Cubey scratched at his head in confusion, tangled in the ring's ropes, seeming oddly comfortable tied up in the small arena's perimeter. That was until he spotted the vending machine.
"I wanna chocolate bar!" he squealed as he pointed at the snack dispenser, wriggling about in the ropes, desperate to get a snack suddenly a she realized how hungry he was.
After he ended his little ritual on a fist pump, and placing the small carton once again in his pocket, he noticed Deunan's gesture to follow, which he quickly jogged over to the trio, wandering off with them to the facility.
As they arrived at the said training facility, Cubey gave resounding "Oooooooooooooooooo!" as he looked around at the impressive array of training equipment, including sandbags, treadmills and tons of weights, not to mention the boxing ring they had there. Or wrestling ring. Cubey wasn't entirely sure which it was, but he was completely sure he was extremely impressed with the place. Weird that there wasn't any cardboard cutouts of bad guys though. With Lekan's question, Cubey too looked around the room, though mostly due to being confused that Quin was doing so, until he heard the insectoid woman's words, seeming more like an order than a decision, of him fighting Lekan, to which Cubey simple exclaimed; "Okay then! But if I win, Lekan has to buy me some sweets!", before blushing shyly at Deunan's comment, swaying side to side with his tail wagging slightly, seeming oblivious to Lekan's nervousness as he skipped over to the ring and giving Deunan a hoof back, due to the difficulty of making a victory sign.
Just as he attempted to clamber up the side of the ring, managing to end up wrestling the ropes, he heard the suspicious announcement over the ship's intercom of the 'new captain', pausing to listen to the message, completely being the gullible one he was, fully believing he was the captain. So much so, he seemed puzzled at his new friends words saying to postpone the sparring session, replying; "Eh? Huh? Why? The new captain said some activities are stopped because business, but training is kinda like business because we need to get stronger so we can beat up bad guys. Well I don't know about the rest of you but it's super ultra serious business for me."
Cubey scratched at his head in confusion, tangled in the ring's ropes, seeming oddly comfortable tied up in the small arena's perimeter. That was until he spotted the vending machine.
"I wanna chocolate bar!" he squealed as he pointed at the snack dispenser, wriggling about in the ropes, desperate to get a snack suddenly a she realized how hungry he was.
The setting changes from Stratevaria Galaxy to F.S.S. Realta Nua
Explosions roar and fires rage in the space port as Graves began his assault. The barely-paid amateur guards were quickly taken down alongside civillians and by the mafia's firepower. Smoke rose under the blazing desert sun as Graves made his announcement.
Graves' forces entered the ship under his command, maniacal bandits of various races, shapes, and sizes cackling and firing away with reckless abandon. Some of the adventurers chose to flee, panicking, screaming, and shouting as they did, preferring to live another day. Others opted to be heroes, fighting back the bandits, though they were severely outnumbered, overpowered, and murdererd. Glasses shatter and fires spread as kinetic bullets fly through the air and beam blasts burn through the park. The artificial sky flickered from the collateral destruction of several holo generators. Graves' bandits tore through the market place, looting, ransacking, pillaging, and plundering their way, while the red alert blared through the entire ship.
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Boris sat in his personal cabin, clasping his hands and smirking. He listened to Graves' menacing introduction.....and chuckled. It was about time these adventurers in his ship prove themselves, he figured. He knew that placing the Realta Nua in such an unstable planet such as Dagojouiise would normally be suicide....but this ship was going to Megido, after all. Danger is the catalyst of progress, as he always thought. Graves was not someone he would underestimate....and if his optimism was right...neither were the adventurers on board.
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Mosa's grin disappeared as he listened to the announcement, tilting his head slightly to the left. Responding to Ophelia without looking, he nodded calmly. "Da." Most of the people around them, being restaurant workers and businessmen, and definitely not adventurers, became quite panicked, immediately running out....and then back inside as the bandits storm the restaurant, preparing to pillage and plunder.
Ridley and Vlad immediately got off their stools, and both nodded as well at Ophelia.
"SHOWTIME!", Mosa roared out, before grabbing his stool and clubbing bandits at once with it. The stool may be (relatively) small, but Mosa was enormous, and just one, well-timed swing was enough to take down five bandits, with the splinters of the poor stool scattering everywhere. Bullets bounced off his skin, and beams were shrugged off by the viciously grinning Mosa. "Ophelia, comrade, what do you say we go pummeling bandits?!", he yelled boisterously as he punched a beastman bandit's head off with a vicious crushing noise. He then turned around, and pulled back his fist "TOGETHER!", before delivering a wide haymaker to destroy three more bandits. Mosa then ducked a sword-swinging bandit's slash, before grabbing his waist with his long, oversized arms, and slamming him forward in a vicious piledriver.
Ridley generated his ice shield, and planted it to the ground, using it to tank all of the bandit's attacks while moving slowly towards them, dragging his mace at the same time. When the goons surround him, he lifted his mace, and swung it in a wide arc, taking them all at once.
Vlad constantly moved, dodging, leaping, crouching, and flipping to avoid the bandits. She drew her sword, and became preoccupied with decapitating quite a few thugs.
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Megahertz watched as Gelon curled up like a baby, cringing when the needle was plunged into his skin. She became anxious as the medics seemed to take forever to arrive, looking around and fidgeting.....until Graves' announcement was spread throughout the entire ship. She looked at Sentinel in horror, and as she glanced to the side, she could see bandits pouring into the boulevard.
"Shiiiiiiitt!!!!", she screeched out, before looking back at the very much in pain Gelon. Sighing, she reached and tried carrying Gelon. "Hngh!" Though she had a bit of a difficulty, she eventually managed to put him over her shoulder. "Sentinel, we gotta get out of here!", Megahertz pressed, unwilling to wait for medics which may not even arrive.
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Deunan looked up as she and Quin heard the announcement, becoming quite worried. Bandits? Here? She thought they were joking too....until they heard the gunfire, raging fires, and explosions in the distance. Quin barely moved...or emoted...at the whole thing, before simply saying, "New plan.", and hovering towards the exit. The eyes on her arm cannons lit up, and the maws wiggle as they open, dripping green, slimy lubricant with a low, rumbling growl. She looked back at her group, and then forward, as if telling them to follow her.
Deunan was taken aback by Quin's simple statement. Was she implying they go out there right now and fight the bandits? That's crazy! As Quin wandered towards the door, she said in annoyance,"Hey, wait now!"...before finally realizing Cubey was tangled in some ropes behind them. With a nervous smile on her face, she leaped over the ropes and pulled at him. "Now now Cu- HNGH - bey!". These ropes were way too damn stretchy, she thought. Eventually, though, she successfully pulled him out of the ropes. Lifting up the wriggling Beastman, she looked at the snack dispenser as well, her jaw dropping and her eyes turning googly from hunger. "Me tooooo....", she whispered.
Suddenly, they heard another explosion close by.
"UWAAAH!!!", Deunan almost dropped Cubey from surprise, and then ran towards the waiting Quin and Lekan. "That'll have to wait Cubey!!"
Quin paused until Deunan and Cubey were right in front of them, and then she turned to Lekan.
"You lead.", she blurted out. Simple and to the point, and yet vague at the same time. She stared at Lekan directly eye to eye though, showing that she was not joking.
Graves' forces entered the ship under his command, maniacal bandits of various races, shapes, and sizes cackling and firing away with reckless abandon. Some of the adventurers chose to flee, panicking, screaming, and shouting as they did, preferring to live another day. Others opted to be heroes, fighting back the bandits, though they were severely outnumbered, overpowered, and murdererd. Glasses shatter and fires spread as kinetic bullets fly through the air and beam blasts burn through the park. The artificial sky flickered from the collateral destruction of several holo generators. Graves' bandits tore through the market place, looting, ransacking, pillaging, and plundering their way, while the red alert blared through the entire ship.
-----
Boris sat in his personal cabin, clasping his hands and smirking. He listened to Graves' menacing introduction.....and chuckled. It was about time these adventurers in his ship prove themselves, he figured. He knew that placing the Realta Nua in such an unstable planet such as Dagojouiise would normally be suicide....but this ship was going to Megido, after all. Danger is the catalyst of progress, as he always thought. Graves was not someone he would underestimate....and if his optimism was right...neither were the adventurers on board.
----
Mosa's grin disappeared as he listened to the announcement, tilting his head slightly to the left. Responding to Ophelia without looking, he nodded calmly. "Da." Most of the people around them, being restaurant workers and businessmen, and definitely not adventurers, became quite panicked, immediately running out....and then back inside as the bandits storm the restaurant, preparing to pillage and plunder.
Ridley and Vlad immediately got off their stools, and both nodded as well at Ophelia.
"SHOWTIME!", Mosa roared out, before grabbing his stool and clubbing bandits at once with it. The stool may be (relatively) small, but Mosa was enormous, and just one, well-timed swing was enough to take down five bandits, with the splinters of the poor stool scattering everywhere. Bullets bounced off his skin, and beams were shrugged off by the viciously grinning Mosa. "Ophelia, comrade, what do you say we go pummeling bandits?!", he yelled boisterously as he punched a beastman bandit's head off with a vicious crushing noise. He then turned around, and pulled back his fist "TOGETHER!", before delivering a wide haymaker to destroy three more bandits. Mosa then ducked a sword-swinging bandit's slash, before grabbing his waist with his long, oversized arms, and slamming him forward in a vicious piledriver.
Ridley generated his ice shield, and planted it to the ground, using it to tank all of the bandit's attacks while moving slowly towards them, dragging his mace at the same time. When the goons surround him, he lifted his mace, and swung it in a wide arc, taking them all at once.
Vlad constantly moved, dodging, leaping, crouching, and flipping to avoid the bandits. She drew her sword, and became preoccupied with decapitating quite a few thugs.
----
Megahertz watched as Gelon curled up like a baby, cringing when the needle was plunged into his skin. She became anxious as the medics seemed to take forever to arrive, looking around and fidgeting.....until Graves' announcement was spread throughout the entire ship. She looked at Sentinel in horror, and as she glanced to the side, she could see bandits pouring into the boulevard.
"Shiiiiiiitt!!!!", she screeched out, before looking back at the very much in pain Gelon. Sighing, she reached and tried carrying Gelon. "Hngh!" Though she had a bit of a difficulty, she eventually managed to put him over her shoulder. "Sentinel, we gotta get out of here!", Megahertz pressed, unwilling to wait for medics which may not even arrive.
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Deunan looked up as she and Quin heard the announcement, becoming quite worried. Bandits? Here? She thought they were joking too....until they heard the gunfire, raging fires, and explosions in the distance. Quin barely moved...or emoted...at the whole thing, before simply saying, "New plan.", and hovering towards the exit. The eyes on her arm cannons lit up, and the maws wiggle as they open, dripping green, slimy lubricant with a low, rumbling growl. She looked back at her group, and then forward, as if telling them to follow her.
Deunan was taken aback by Quin's simple statement. Was she implying they go out there right now and fight the bandits? That's crazy! As Quin wandered towards the door, she said in annoyance,"Hey, wait now!"...before finally realizing Cubey was tangled in some ropes behind them. With a nervous smile on her face, she leaped over the ropes and pulled at him. "Now now Cu- HNGH - bey!". These ropes were way too damn stretchy, she thought. Eventually, though, she successfully pulled him out of the ropes. Lifting up the wriggling Beastman, she looked at the snack dispenser as well, her jaw dropping and her eyes turning googly from hunger. "Me tooooo....", she whispered.
Suddenly, they heard another explosion close by.
"UWAAAH!!!", Deunan almost dropped Cubey from surprise, and then ran towards the waiting Quin and Lekan. "That'll have to wait Cubey!!"
Quin paused until Deunan and Cubey were right in front of them, and then she turned to Lekan.
"You lead.", she blurted out. Simple and to the point, and yet vague at the same time. She stared at Lekan directly eye to eye though, showing that she was not joking.
"oh great bandits" he said and winches I pain as megahertz picked him up "he do you have a gun? I can shoot while you support me" Gelon said whilst being in no condition to fight now, he had to get to his room to get himself fixed up "go to the first class rooms unless you want me to be useless" he said and limp with megahertz and sentinel to their next location "the medical team isn't gonna come, they got higher priorities now, like healing persons that will be back I the fight quickly" gelon said and watch megahertz"never got your name though, mine is gelon"
Sentinel stood there calmly as the announcement came on over the PA system. Something is definitely not right, he thought. Looking over to the boarding area, he zoomed his sight sensors, clearly making out what was happening down there. Just as his vision finished focusing on the area, raiders began to pour out of the tube. Dozens of them. Running rampant, they began destroying everything, shooting those that got in their way. But it wasn't them that interested Sentinel. It was the man behind them. Jeremy Graves.
Hands settled slowly over his particle cannons, drawing the weapons away from his legs. Charging one, he pointed it straight at Graves, a dead-eye shot that would kill or incapacitate anything without a good amount of armor. It seemed Graves was looking at Sentinel, a smile flickering over his face before the man disappeared, consumed by shadows. Cursing, Sentinel shot, such a brief delay that it almost didn't matter. But it was too late, Graves had escaped.
Turning back to Gelon and Megahertz, he calmed himself down. Now was not the time to get revenge. Nodding as they spoke, he regarded Gelon. Upon being asked for a gun, Sentinel shook his head, responding, "I work with better with two guns. Do not worry though, you'll be fine." Striding off, he led the small group to the upper quarters, shooting any bandit that got in his way, which happened to be none. It seemed they hadn't gotten to this area yet. For now, he had to get Gelon to his residence.
Jeremy saw a flicker of movement off to his side and turned his gaze towards a distant terrace, a subtle feeling drawing his eyes to that point. Faintly, he made out a robotic shape, one he knew quite well. Smiling, he muttered, "It seems we meet again Sentinel." Cloaking with his latent magic abilities, he dodged off to the side immediately, barely avoiding a particle beam that lanced through the position he had just occupied.
Dusting himself off, he stood up and looked around at those near him, the ten most trusted members of his mafia serving as bodyguards during this endeavor. "While the rest do what they can to cause havoc, I want you to go and secure some hostages of seemingly important status. Bring them to the engine room. Kill them if anyone tries to free them, otherwise do nothing but wait. I have some business to take care of with an old friend."
Nodding, the elite group began loping off into the corridors of the ship, hunting for people to take hostage. Graves knew they would do their job. The rest of the force was simply to buy him time. Expendable. Stepping into a nearby lift, he entered the code for the bridge, heading for Drakov's offices. If Boris was anywhere on this ship, it was there. Looking out over the vista as he ascended, he saw fires raging around the ship, buildings ransacked and important pieces of equipment destroyed. Bodies lay sprawled all over the ship, most belonging to the unlucky "heroes" who got in the way of the thugs.
Such was not the case everywhere. Thirty thugs surrounded a sushi bar, being held off by three individuals: two Beastmen and an ice elemental. Graves chuckled as Mosa slammed a stool into five of the bandits. Simpletons, the Dagojouiisian raiders. Most of his mafia were engaging less obviously dangerous foes.
A ding alerted him to the door opening, and Graves turned to face the bridge, still cloaked by his magic. Sweat beaded on his forehead at the effort. Raising his machine gun and twisting his mouth, he whispered, "Daddy's home," before proceeding to fill the space before him with kinetic and energy projectiles. It was a fine day for a massacre.
Hands settled slowly over his particle cannons, drawing the weapons away from his legs. Charging one, he pointed it straight at Graves, a dead-eye shot that would kill or incapacitate anything without a good amount of armor. It seemed Graves was looking at Sentinel, a smile flickering over his face before the man disappeared, consumed by shadows. Cursing, Sentinel shot, such a brief delay that it almost didn't matter. But it was too late, Graves had escaped.
Turning back to Gelon and Megahertz, he calmed himself down. Now was not the time to get revenge. Nodding as they spoke, he regarded Gelon. Upon being asked for a gun, Sentinel shook his head, responding, "I work with better with two guns. Do not worry though, you'll be fine." Striding off, he led the small group to the upper quarters, shooting any bandit that got in his way, which happened to be none. It seemed they hadn't gotten to this area yet. For now, he had to get Gelon to his residence.
Jeremy saw a flicker of movement off to his side and turned his gaze towards a distant terrace, a subtle feeling drawing his eyes to that point. Faintly, he made out a robotic shape, one he knew quite well. Smiling, he muttered, "It seems we meet again Sentinel." Cloaking with his latent magic abilities, he dodged off to the side immediately, barely avoiding a particle beam that lanced through the position he had just occupied.
Dusting himself off, he stood up and looked around at those near him, the ten most trusted members of his mafia serving as bodyguards during this endeavor. "While the rest do what they can to cause havoc, I want you to go and secure some hostages of seemingly important status. Bring them to the engine room. Kill them if anyone tries to free them, otherwise do nothing but wait. I have some business to take care of with an old friend."
Nodding, the elite group began loping off into the corridors of the ship, hunting for people to take hostage. Graves knew they would do their job. The rest of the force was simply to buy him time. Expendable. Stepping into a nearby lift, he entered the code for the bridge, heading for Drakov's offices. If Boris was anywhere on this ship, it was there. Looking out over the vista as he ascended, he saw fires raging around the ship, buildings ransacked and important pieces of equipment destroyed. Bodies lay sprawled all over the ship, most belonging to the unlucky "heroes" who got in the way of the thugs.
Such was not the case everywhere. Thirty thugs surrounded a sushi bar, being held off by three individuals: two Beastmen and an ice elemental. Graves chuckled as Mosa slammed a stool into five of the bandits. Simpletons, the Dagojouiisian raiders. Most of his mafia were engaging less obviously dangerous foes.
A ding alerted him to the door opening, and Graves turned to face the bridge, still cloaked by his magic. Sweat beaded on his forehead at the effort. Raising his machine gun and twisting his mouth, he whispered, "Daddy's home," before proceeding to fill the space before him with kinetic and energy projectiles. It was a fine day for a massacre.
Ophelia watched bandits storm in from all sides. Most of the rushed at Mosa and Ridley, probably thinking they'd be the best kills. She could quickly see that the bandits regretted that. Just then, two bandits jumped at Ophelia, yelling some sort of battle cry. She swiftly grabbed both by the neck and turned to the sushi bar conveyor belt. Using her metalmancy, she controlled its metal parts causing the conveyor belt to go rapid. She, without a bat of an eye, thrust both bandit's faces on the speeding conveyor belt. The bandits let out ungodly screams as the belt went from black and covered with food to red with blood. The bodies dropped, their faces we're a bloody mess. Ophelia looked up at Mosa. "...Together." She repeated quietly.
Ophelia looked past Mosa and raised her arm out. All the sushi knives from the kitchen came barreling out, quickly impaling many unsuspecting bandits. Ophelia looked over to Vlad and Ridley. She let them fend for themselves. Ophelia helped Mosa pick off bandits that were getting too close.
Ophelia looked past Mosa and raised her arm out. All the sushi knives from the kitchen came barreling out, quickly impaling many unsuspecting bandits. Ophelia looked over to Vlad and Ridley. She let them fend for themselves. Ophelia helped Mosa pick off bandits that were getting too close.
The setting changes from F.S.S. Realta Nua to North Dagojouiise
Keeton doesn't like Ciril's comment, personally he believes it to be a challenge. "Fine follow me tentacles." he says mocking the beast man in a friendly way. Keeton grabs the grappling hook and starts to inch his way towards the cave. "Real subtle asshole." he whispers loudly towards clockwork who is casually hovering in the air beside him.
The trio finally make it to the cave seeing the dead body of what appears to be a guard. "See i told you something was up." He says trying to be as quiet as possible. Keeton unsheathes his blade and switches on his infra red. The three begin to go down deeper into the cave looking for the eldritch being.
The trio finally make it to the cave seeing the dead body of what appears to be a guard. "See i told you something was up." He says trying to be as quiet as possible. Keeton unsheathes his blade and switches on his infra red. The three begin to go down deeper into the cave looking for the eldritch being.
Once inside, Clockwork placed his hands on his hips, and looked around as well. His yellow visor emitted a search light, helping them see in the darkness. "...Damn. byatis, you've been a naughty naughty boy, haven't you...", Clockwork quietly whispered back. He carefully knelt and examined the guard's neck. "puncture wounds. Funny, I would've thought Byatis to be the type to do this a bit more....bloodily, khe khe khe."
The Beastmen Chief was still oblivious as he headed to the exit, while the one who accompanied him went deeper into the caves to retrieve their game. Walking calmly, Byatis caught him completely off guard.
"!"
This time, however, he had enough nerve to immediately stab Byatis with his spear when the tail wrapped around his neck while struggling, hoping to at either cause his assailant to yell and catch the attention of his hopefully-still-alive allies, or -preferrably- let go.
The Beastmen Chief was still oblivious as he headed to the exit, while the one who accompanied him went deeper into the caves to retrieve their game. Walking calmly, Byatis caught him completely off guard.
"!"
This time, however, he had enough nerve to immediately stab Byatis with his spear when the tail wrapped around his neck while struggling, hoping to at either cause his assailant to yell and catch the attention of his hopefully-still-alive allies, or -preferrably- let go.
The setting changes from North Dagojouiise to F.S.S. Realta Nua
Megahertz shook her head at Gelon's request. "..Sorry, I...don't like carrying, much less using, guns.", a tone of discomfort laced with apology in her voice. She looked around and down the boulevard, quickly formulating a plan in her head, oblivious to Sentinel's staredown with Graves. She only glanced back at her android knight when he responded to Gelon's question.
She nodded and followed Sentinel as he lead the group through the bandit infestation, covering behind him as Sentinel took out the bandits easily. She winced as a bright explosion occurred nearby. "Megahertz. You can call me Megahertz....g-good to meet you, Gelon.", Megahertz politely stated, while her heart raced in the high-tension situation.
Soon enough, as more and more of the bandits fell prey to Sentinel's dual guns, they arrived at the upper class living quarters. Quite predictably, this place had become a prime target for the mafia. They can see a group of burly Beastmen and armored humans using an enormous battering ram to smash through an upper class family's home, and another skinny bandit hurling a pompous-looking man out of the window of his own house...and into his own gory death.
"...Well, s-shit.", Megahertz nervously stated as she took in the surroundings. She was just hoping the bandits hadn't raided their home yet. She's lost WAY too many assets already from the library assault. She glanced at Gelon, and asked, "So, which one's your place?!"
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The bridge crew could barely react. One of them shouted, "WE'RE UNDER ATTA-", but was not even able to finish his sentence as Graves killed him, and everyone else around him. Blood and gore splattered everwhere, and the smell of cooked flesh filled the air, thanks to Graves' energy bullets. A pair of heavily armored Synthetic Knightguards rush towards him carrying drill lances, their energy shields quickly drained by his energy bullets, and their armor riddled with his kinetic bullets.
One of the Knightguards fell to its knees and was disabled, its previously shiny silver armor tarnished with black bullet holes and burn marks, while the other one got close enough to Graves to attempt a desperate stab towards the gangster's abdomen!
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Mosa grinned with approval at Ophelia's quiet statement. He thought that her mutilation of the bandits was a bit........much....., but he figured everyone had their own ways, and the bandits had it coming. They drew their weapons first, and deserve whatever fate their weakness brought them.
The bandits groan, gasp, scream, and sputter as Ophelia's knives descended upon them. He walked besides Ophelia with a swagger, his bulletproof body shooking off most of the attacks, and he only bothered to shield the areas around his eyes with his enormous hands. Just then, he noticed Graves' top liutenants as they dragged their crying, kicking, and screaming hostages towards the engine room.
"Hmmmm.", Mosa pondered while holding a bandit's face with one of his hands. He turned around and swung that bandit into a leaping beastman's face, before facing Ophelia again. "WELL! What do you say we do from here, eh? Mosa CURIOUS!" He yelled out that last part as he threw himself backwards and sat on a sneaking Beastman's face, caving his skull in. He stood back up, and lets out a glorious laughter, before continuing to smash through hordes of bandits with nothing more than his own two fists. He fights like a beast, but that does not mean he thinks like one. His attacks are heavy, yet slow, which is why timing is everything. He may not be quick enough to avoid the bullets flying in his direction, but he is more than quick enough to nearly always land a hit. And when it's Mosa, one or two hits is enough to end his opponents.
She nodded and followed Sentinel as he lead the group through the bandit infestation, covering behind him as Sentinel took out the bandits easily. She winced as a bright explosion occurred nearby. "Megahertz. You can call me Megahertz....g-good to meet you, Gelon.", Megahertz politely stated, while her heart raced in the high-tension situation.
Soon enough, as more and more of the bandits fell prey to Sentinel's dual guns, they arrived at the upper class living quarters. Quite predictably, this place had become a prime target for the mafia. They can see a group of burly Beastmen and armored humans using an enormous battering ram to smash through an upper class family's home, and another skinny bandit hurling a pompous-looking man out of the window of his own house...and into his own gory death.
"...Well, s-shit.", Megahertz nervously stated as she took in the surroundings. She was just hoping the bandits hadn't raided their home yet. She's lost WAY too many assets already from the library assault. She glanced at Gelon, and asked, "So, which one's your place?!"
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The bridge crew could barely react. One of them shouted, "WE'RE UNDER ATTA-", but was not even able to finish his sentence as Graves killed him, and everyone else around him. Blood and gore splattered everwhere, and the smell of cooked flesh filled the air, thanks to Graves' energy bullets. A pair of heavily armored Synthetic Knightguards rush towards him carrying drill lances, their energy shields quickly drained by his energy bullets, and their armor riddled with his kinetic bullets.
One of the Knightguards fell to its knees and was disabled, its previously shiny silver armor tarnished with black bullet holes and burn marks, while the other one got close enough to Graves to attempt a desperate stab towards the gangster's abdomen!
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Mosa grinned with approval at Ophelia's quiet statement. He thought that her mutilation of the bandits was a bit........much....., but he figured everyone had their own ways, and the bandits had it coming. They drew their weapons first, and deserve whatever fate their weakness brought them.
The bandits groan, gasp, scream, and sputter as Ophelia's knives descended upon them. He walked besides Ophelia with a swagger, his bulletproof body shooking off most of the attacks, and he only bothered to shield the areas around his eyes with his enormous hands. Just then, he noticed Graves' top liutenants as they dragged their crying, kicking, and screaming hostages towards the engine room.
"Hmmmm.", Mosa pondered while holding a bandit's face with one of his hands. He turned around and swung that bandit into a leaping beastman's face, before facing Ophelia again. "WELL! What do you say we do from here, eh? Mosa CURIOUS!" He yelled out that last part as he threw himself backwards and sat on a sneaking Beastman's face, caving his skull in. He stood back up, and lets out a glorious laughter, before continuing to smash through hordes of bandits with nothing more than his own two fists. He fights like a beast, but that does not mean he thinks like one. His attacks are heavy, yet slow, which is why timing is everything. He may not be quick enough to avoid the bullets flying in his direction, but he is more than quick enough to nearly always land a hit. And when it's Mosa, one or two hits is enough to end his opponents.
Gelon watched the group with the battering ram "the one they try to get into" gelon said and stop "let me just remove the trouble" he said as he held his small flamethrower "HE KNUCKLEHEADS! FIRE!" Gelon yelled to them which they obviously reacted to and charge him but they notice too late the flames engulfing them "it's safe" he said and walk up to the door and slip his pass through the scanner, but the door wouldn't open thanks to the damage "AGH! they damaged the door too much" gelon said in frustration and sit down against the door then he noticed the vent "megahertz it was right? Do you think you can fit through the vents?" Gelon asked politely and stood up "maybe you can override or overcharge the door mechanics so it will open" he suggested as plan "you might want my pass so the security system isn't tripped"
The setting changes from F.S.S. Realta Nua to Stratevaria Galaxy
As Cubey wriggled in the tangle of arena ropes, he noticed out of the corner of his eye hat Quin had began leaving the place, towards the sounds of gunfire and explosions to which Cubey pushed out of his one-track mind as he still squirmed, his arm still outstretched towards the vending machine that was not even close by. He would think better with food in his stomach. Especially the sugary kind, by his reasoning. He was so focused, it took him a few moments to realize that Deunan was helping him to get free from the boxing ring's ropes, and lifted him as he still wriggled, seeming puzzled at how much hungrier she seemed when she stared at the vending machine.
"Ummmmm it's okay Deunan i'm not super hungry. I don't want one anyway. lets go now. There's scary sounds outside.", he chattered, seeming to suddenly change his mind from being quite unnerved and frightened at the commotion going on around the ship, wondering if the new captain knew what was happening.
Cubey then suddenly jolt as his pop star friend jumped at the sound of a nearby explosion, which also gave Cubey a nasty shock himself, nodding in agreement at Deunan's suggestion of leaving the chocolate bar for later. As he was carried over, he hugged Deunan for comfort, seeming to be terrified of his surroundings, with raging fires, looted buildings, wrecked facilities and plenty of fresh corpses and blood splattering, leaving Cubey to only whimper miserably, as Quin announced to Lekan that he should lead, managing to stammer out; "Whats going on? Why are they dead? Who's hurting people? Why is everything scary now?"
"Ummmmm it's okay Deunan i'm not super hungry. I don't want one anyway. lets go now. There's scary sounds outside.", he chattered, seeming to suddenly change his mind from being quite unnerved and frightened at the commotion going on around the ship, wondering if the new captain knew what was happening.
Cubey then suddenly jolt as his pop star friend jumped at the sound of a nearby explosion, which also gave Cubey a nasty shock himself, nodding in agreement at Deunan's suggestion of leaving the chocolate bar for later. As he was carried over, he hugged Deunan for comfort, seeming to be terrified of his surroundings, with raging fires, looted buildings, wrecked facilities and plenty of fresh corpses and blood splattering, leaving Cubey to only whimper miserably, as Quin announced to Lekan that he should lead, managing to stammer out; "Whats going on? Why are they dead? Who's hurting people? Why is everything scary now?"
The setting changes from Stratevaria Galaxy to North Dagojouiise
Byatis's tail was bit into the second guard quickly as Byatis notice the chief heading for the exit. He really had to hurry now. Distracted by this thought, he failed to realize the beastman's dying maneuver and the spear knocked him off balance. They both landed with a hard thud. Quickly, Byatis wrapped his unseen tail around the guard's neck and snapped it. Immediately the beastman fell limp. That was close, he thought. But, this could be a small blessing in disguise. Since the chief walked off earlier, surely the sound of the scuffle would alert him to investigate. Byatis went on all fours, still masked by his camouflage, he crawled along the floor but to the edge of the wall.
Byatis creeped along, the chief was in sight. He was definitely on alert, spear in hand. He was the last one. Suddenly Byatis caught another scent. It smelt...familiar. A mix of alcohol, metal and scales. Byatis's expression fouled when he came to a conclusion. He had to finish his job quickly. There's no doubt that they'd be the type to try and stop Byatis from killing. Byatis hissed and lunged at the chief, catching him off-guard, and they hit the floor. Byatis quickly pinned the chief. His legs held down by Byatis's talons, and his arm with his claw. Unfortunately, the chief pulled out a knife and drove it into Byatis's arm. He wretched in pain, but kept his focus on his prey. "Sweet dreams, sssavage." With that Byatis's tail reached in and chomped the beastman chief's face as he yelled out in another language. He could feel the chief go limp. Byatis revealed himself, satisfied with his kills. He smiled happily to himself. He had totally forgotten about the other scents until he could hear talking and footsteps. He stood over the dead body. It was rather incriminating.
Byatis creeped along, the chief was in sight. He was definitely on alert, spear in hand. He was the last one. Suddenly Byatis caught another scent. It smelt...familiar. A mix of alcohol, metal and scales. Byatis's expression fouled when he came to a conclusion. He had to finish his job quickly. There's no doubt that they'd be the type to try and stop Byatis from killing. Byatis hissed and lunged at the chief, catching him off-guard, and they hit the floor. Byatis quickly pinned the chief. His legs held down by Byatis's talons, and his arm with his claw. Unfortunately, the chief pulled out a knife and drove it into Byatis's arm. He wretched in pain, but kept his focus on his prey. "Sweet dreams, sssavage." With that Byatis's tail reached in and chomped the beastman chief's face as he yelled out in another language. He could feel the chief go limp. Byatis revealed himself, satisfied with his kills. He smiled happily to himself. He had totally forgotten about the other scents until he could hear talking and footsteps. He stood over the dead body. It was rather incriminating.
The setting changes from North Dagojouiise to F.S.S. Realta Nua
Ophelia lifted metal tables with her metalmancy and compressed several bandits with force so hard they became a paste when she was finished. Ophelia looked to where Mosa saw the bandits taking hostages. She felt no sympathy for them whatsoever. Ophelia looked at Mosa coldly. "You want to know...what I think?" Ophelia pondered for a moment. She was never granted permission to speak, much less than be asked for an opinion. "I was going to wait this out until it solves itself. Something tells me you are going to do the exact opposite." Ophelia's gaze softened a little. "Though I am curious about the bandits' motive. I was told this vessel was headed for Megido in an attempt to save the galaxy. These attack seems...counterproductive." Ophelia spun around and grabbed a bandit that was sneaking up on her, and squeezed his neck so hard his eyes were bulging until finally he collapsed. She looked back at Mosa, surprising she even cared what he thought.
Lekan looked exasperated at Cubey's failure to understand what was going on. "There isn't a new captain. If there was, there might have been a prior announcement about it," he said to the Beastman. "Somebody's boarding this ship." He could see Quin already preparing for combat, her arm cannons looking like hungry, salivating creatures as she ordered the small group to follow her to the entrance of the training area. Cubey had somehow got himself stuck in the ropes of the wrestling ring, and Deunan was trying to free him. Lekan simply followed Quin and waited for them to catch up.
The sounds of fighting were getting much louder now, to the point that it sounded something like a warzone to the Ondari. Quin, unsurprisingly, remained unfazed by the noise. When the team was finally assembled, if you could call it that, Quin didn't hesitate to tell Lekan that he was to lead them. Naturally, he was about protest or ask why it had to be him, but then it clicked. She wanted to know how he would handle the situation, didn't she? Well, now wasn't the time to disappoint her.
"Deunan, Cubey, we need to keep quiet and behind cover. If we don't, we'll be spotted and overwhelmed out here. Understood?" Not bothering to listen to their reply, he surveyed the area. The park was crawling with raiders, and there were a few bodies of adventurers who had tried to put up some sort of resistance. Damn fools, the lot of them. He spotted Mosa quite some distance away, and by all accounts he seemed to be putting up a good fight. The giant chef was fighting alongside some of the more powerful-looking adventurers, although the enemy had far greater numbers. Lekan tried to form a plan together. It might not have been much, but it was the best they had right now.
"Perhaps if we could get to the lower decks, we might be able to hide out and take down small groups of raiders if they come looking," he said. "But first... we need a distraction. One moment, please." Bringing the ends of his main arms in front of him, Lekan activated his nano-fabricators. What looked like a collection of wires and small, metallic organs started to form in what could be called his hands. Next, a sleek carapace was formed, along with two large eyes and an antenna on one side. Lastly, a weapon of some sort was added to the underside. The moment the combat drone was completed, it activated and hovered at Lekan's side, its small gatling laser primed and ready. The Ondari repeated this process two more times, so very glad that he had the good fortune to have come across a good supply of scrap metal earlier.
Whispering a few commands to the trio of drones, he watched as they departed, keeping low to the ground until they got close enough to the group attacking Mosa and his comrades. Despite their limited intelligence and somewhat cutesy appearance, they operated with surprising efficiency, firing into the backs of the mob to cause confusion among their ranks. Giving a nod of satisfaction, Lekan decided that now was the time to break cover and make a run for the lower decks, gesturing at his group to follow him.
The sounds of fighting were getting much louder now, to the point that it sounded something like a warzone to the Ondari. Quin, unsurprisingly, remained unfazed by the noise. When the team was finally assembled, if you could call it that, Quin didn't hesitate to tell Lekan that he was to lead them. Naturally, he was about protest or ask why it had to be him, but then it clicked. She wanted to know how he would handle the situation, didn't she? Well, now wasn't the time to disappoint her.
"Deunan, Cubey, we need to keep quiet and behind cover. If we don't, we'll be spotted and overwhelmed out here. Understood?" Not bothering to listen to their reply, he surveyed the area. The park was crawling with raiders, and there were a few bodies of adventurers who had tried to put up some sort of resistance. Damn fools, the lot of them. He spotted Mosa quite some distance away, and by all accounts he seemed to be putting up a good fight. The giant chef was fighting alongside some of the more powerful-looking adventurers, although the enemy had far greater numbers. Lekan tried to form a plan together. It might not have been much, but it was the best they had right now.
"Perhaps if we could get to the lower decks, we might be able to hide out and take down small groups of raiders if they come looking," he said. "But first... we need a distraction. One moment, please." Bringing the ends of his main arms in front of him, Lekan activated his nano-fabricators. What looked like a collection of wires and small, metallic organs started to form in what could be called his hands. Next, a sleek carapace was formed, along with two large eyes and an antenna on one side. Lastly, a weapon of some sort was added to the underside. The moment the combat drone was completed, it activated and hovered at Lekan's side, its small gatling laser primed and ready. The Ondari repeated this process two more times, so very glad that he had the good fortune to have come across a good supply of scrap metal earlier.
Whispering a few commands to the trio of drones, he watched as they departed, keeping low to the ground until they got close enough to the group attacking Mosa and his comrades. Despite their limited intelligence and somewhat cutesy appearance, they operated with surprising efficiency, firing into the backs of the mob to cause confusion among their ranks. Giving a nod of satisfaction, Lekan decided that now was the time to break cover and make a run for the lower decks, gesturing at his group to follow him.
Graves's lieutenants dragged about a dozen screaming people through the hall, some unconscious after being knocked out for struggling. None of them took very well to defiance in any form. Those still awake were herded by a few of the mafia members, the rest keeping guard at the front and back of the small group. Walking through the defiled halls, none blinked an eye at the dismembered bodies strewn about, gaping holes where chests or heads used to be. Every once in a while, a raider or mafia member lay dead, struck down by a defender. Pangs of remorse ran through some as they saw dead friends or beloved rivals from the mafia. The rest of the cadavers were of no import.
Passing by one of the shops, they heard gun fire and screams dying down. No more whooping emanated from the place, meaning whoever was there had won against whatever raiders they had encountered. Catching a glimpse of a Beastman and an unknown creature, they passed the opportunity, intent on obeying their orders.
Reaching the engine room, the leader yelled, "All roighty then, y'all prisoners gets in the back. Don't try no funny business or youse gets a bullet in yer brains." Complying, the hostages filed through into the massive area, the humming of the engine drowning most sounds. As the rest of the mafia members went through, the leader radioed Graves, "Hostages secure." Cutting off the connection, he stepped into the room with the rest of the gangsters.
Sentinel watched impassively as Gelon torched the few raiders attempting to break into the residence he inhabited. While a flamethrower was not a very practical weapon in most cases, it certainly completed the task as well as his particle cannons would have. Much less efficient, all the same.
Glancing at the vent that Gelon had indicated, Sentinel nodded. If there was no other way then Megahertz would have to crawl through the tiny space. Looking at the mangled doorway, he began shaking his head. Overriding the security system wouldn't do much. It might unlock it, but the thing was jammed as it was. Extending an arm to motion the other two backwards, he took up position in front of the door. "Be careful."
Pulling his fist back as for as he could, Sentinel began charging his telekinetic module once again. It had seen more use in the past two days than in the past year combined. As soon as it reached something he thought would be sufficient, Sentinel catapulted himself forward, smashing his fist into the door just as the energy wave was blasted at the object, hopefully breaking it down.
Jeremy's face remained passive as he mowed down the room, bullets tearing through metal and flesh alike. He felt nothing but pity for them. They could have chosen a much better employer, he thought. Two synthetic Knightguards appeared, advancing towards him quickly with drill staffs raised. Ammunition tore through one of the Knights, causing it to collapse, a husk of metal. The other had glancing damage but not enough to stop it from stabbing at Graves. Sidestepping the blow, he released his grasp on the machine gun and pointed a finger at the synthetic.
"N'kar!" he shouted, a command word for the paltry magic he commanded. A bolt of shadow flew from his extended hand. While too weak to deal damage to most forms of modern protection, it would stun, in his opinion, anything for a brief moment at the least. As the projectile flew, he stepped forward and drew a power knife from a sheath inside his jacket. Darting his hand forward, he aimed a stab at the Knightguards core, a killing blow.
Passing by one of the shops, they heard gun fire and screams dying down. No more whooping emanated from the place, meaning whoever was there had won against whatever raiders they had encountered. Catching a glimpse of a Beastman and an unknown creature, they passed the opportunity, intent on obeying their orders.
Reaching the engine room, the leader yelled, "All roighty then, y'all prisoners gets in the back. Don't try no funny business or youse gets a bullet in yer brains." Complying, the hostages filed through into the massive area, the humming of the engine drowning most sounds. As the rest of the mafia members went through, the leader radioed Graves, "Hostages secure." Cutting off the connection, he stepped into the room with the rest of the gangsters.
Sentinel watched impassively as Gelon torched the few raiders attempting to break into the residence he inhabited. While a flamethrower was not a very practical weapon in most cases, it certainly completed the task as well as his particle cannons would have. Much less efficient, all the same.
Glancing at the vent that Gelon had indicated, Sentinel nodded. If there was no other way then Megahertz would have to crawl through the tiny space. Looking at the mangled doorway, he began shaking his head. Overriding the security system wouldn't do much. It might unlock it, but the thing was jammed as it was. Extending an arm to motion the other two backwards, he took up position in front of the door. "Be careful."
Pulling his fist back as for as he could, Sentinel began charging his telekinetic module once again. It had seen more use in the past two days than in the past year combined. As soon as it reached something he thought would be sufficient, Sentinel catapulted himself forward, smashing his fist into the door just as the energy wave was blasted at the object, hopefully breaking it down.
Jeremy's face remained passive as he mowed down the room, bullets tearing through metal and flesh alike. He felt nothing but pity for them. They could have chosen a much better employer, he thought. Two synthetic Knightguards appeared, advancing towards him quickly with drill staffs raised. Ammunition tore through one of the Knights, causing it to collapse, a husk of metal. The other had glancing damage but not enough to stop it from stabbing at Graves. Sidestepping the blow, he released his grasp on the machine gun and pointed a finger at the synthetic.
"N'kar!" he shouted, a command word for the paltry magic he commanded. A bolt of shadow flew from his extended hand. While too weak to deal damage to most forms of modern protection, it would stun, in his opinion, anything for a brief moment at the least. As the projectile flew, he stepped forward and drew a power knife from a sheath inside his jacket. Darting his hand forward, he aimed a stab at the Knightguards core, a killing blow.
The setting changes from F.S.S. Realta Nua to North Dagojouiise
A loud thud is heard as the second guard falls to the clutches of the rouge. Keetons eyes open with horror as the scream rings through the cave. "Oh fuck, he's an assassin!" Keeton has no time to be quiet as he sprints towards the area in which the struggle had presumably came from.
It was too late, however Keeton had been there to see one of the most horrific things in his pathetic life. The eldritch being consuming a mans face. Rage built inside of the young pirate, remembering the horrible image of the old mans crimson blood flowing from his cut jugular. "I love you like my own Keeton" rang in his head. Byatis had just ruthlessly murdered without giving the beast man a fighting chance, he was not getting away.
"Wow Byatis, you really fucked up this time." Keeton says at the far side of the room. Without Byatis even having a chance to glance back, keeton pulls the trigger of his pistol and sends a blast straight through the shoulder of the creature. "But don't get me wrong, I half expected this kinda shit from scum like you."
It was too late, however Keeton had been there to see one of the most horrific things in his pathetic life. The eldritch being consuming a mans face. Rage built inside of the young pirate, remembering the horrible image of the old mans crimson blood flowing from his cut jugular. "I love you like my own Keeton" rang in his head. Byatis had just ruthlessly murdered without giving the beast man a fighting chance, he was not getting away.
"Wow Byatis, you really fucked up this time." Keeton says at the far side of the room. Without Byatis even having a chance to glance back, keeton pulls the trigger of his pistol and sends a blast straight through the shoulder of the creature. "But don't get me wrong, I half expected this kinda shit from scum like you."
Clockwork ran behind K2. "K2! Wait! be careful!!", he shouted with concern as he followed his friend, unsheathing his chainsaw halberd and holding it at ready.
Clockwork stopped and gasped when he saw the grinning Byatis on top of the bleeding Beastman. The silenced synthetic took a moment to consider. Why had Byatis done this? Because he was an eldritch creature who saw others as prey and him as hunter? No..it could not be that simple. Those tribal feathers....that was the Beastman chief, not just any piece of meat. But he never pictured Byatis as the type to get involved politically.
Before he could think more, he saw K2 taking a shot at Byatis with his newly repaired hand cannon. He immediately shifted into a battle stance, bending his knee and keeping his head down, before twirling his spear. He still was not sure what was going on, despite his suspicions, so instead of attacking Byatis head on, he decided to cover K2, standing behind him like a guardian while twirling his spear at the side. He glanced at Ciril, curious at what to do, but only for a moment, as he kept his eyes on Byatis.
Clockwork stopped and gasped when he saw the grinning Byatis on top of the bleeding Beastman. The silenced synthetic took a moment to consider. Why had Byatis done this? Because he was an eldritch creature who saw others as prey and him as hunter? No..it could not be that simple. Those tribal feathers....that was the Beastman chief, not just any piece of meat. But he never pictured Byatis as the type to get involved politically.
Before he could think more, he saw K2 taking a shot at Byatis with his newly repaired hand cannon. He immediately shifted into a battle stance, bending his knee and keeping his head down, before twirling his spear. He still was not sure what was going on, despite his suspicions, so instead of attacking Byatis head on, he decided to cover K2, standing behind him like a guardian while twirling his spear at the side. He glanced at Ciril, curious at what to do, but only for a moment, as he kept his eyes on Byatis.
The setting changes from North Dagojouiise to F.S.S. Realta Nua
Megahertz watched the sight of the burning and shriveling Beastmen with a bit of a shiver as she received flashbacks from just a day before. She quickly shook her head and banished the thought, following Gelon to his door. "Well, that's just great!", she distressedly remarked when Gelon mentioned the door panel being too damaged to use. She looked at the vent as well, but before she could agree or disagree, Sentinel came up with his own solution. She took a step back and winced as Sentinel demolished the door with one hit, watching as the splinters fall around them. "You're a life saver!", she excitedly yelled out with a grin, before looking at Gelon.
"C'mon!", she told the one-armed mercenary, and ran inside.
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"Da!", Mosa nodded at Ophelia's words, smiling. "Mosa can't help but be curious." Responding to Ophelia's analysis, he chuckled. "Gu ha ha ha! Bandits aren't usually smartest tools in the shed, yes?" Mosa turned to look at the entryway to the engine room again. "Hmmm. Mosa gonna do stupid thing and take a look. You free to do what you want!", Mosa said with a carefree tone. Ophelia had more than proven to be capable of taking care of herself. Cracking his knuckles, he charged towards the engine room as the doors were closing. He very nearly made it......but he wasn't fast enough, and the door closed in front of him.
Bullets continue to bounce all over Mosa's body. The snarling Beastman turned around, and grabbed a larger, crab-like beastman behind him, before slamming him to the massive blast door. Over, and over, and over again, as he tried to smash his way through the door. When the crab-like beastman shattered into pieces from repeated abuse, Mosa clasped both his hands, leaned slightly to the right, and shoulder tackled the door, with no visible desire to stop.
"HEEEEERE'S MOSA!", he roared gleefully, reveling in the high tension.
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The bolt shadow stunned the Knightguard at the right moment, giving the swift gangster enough time to draw his knife and skewer the synthetic, the blade coming out the other side of the tarnished armor. Graves could see the light literally going out in its eyes, as its entire body fell limp and became useless.
At the end of the corpse-riddled bridge was the room to Drakov's private quarters. Strangely enough, he did not bother to lock it. Perhaps he thought his knightguards would be good enough. Or rather.....he had one more trick up his sleeve.
In his room, Boris clasped his hands....and waited with his eyes closed. When he heard his last Knightguard sizzling, he opened his eyes a peek and glanced to his side, where his trusted con-woman and second in command Beatrice Schwartz was. He smirked and nodded, whispering smoothly;
"He's coming. Entertain our friend for a bit, won't you my dear?"
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"Yessir!", Deunan saluted with one hand at Lekan's orders. He sounded so professional, she had utmost confidence in him. Drawing her beam charger, Deunan set it to low power before crouching behind some crates. She kept an eye out on her surroundings. Just remember what Halcyon taught you, she thought. Head down, breath steady, eyes focused.
Quin watched Lekan calmly, nodding with approval at how calm he was handling the whole situation. She paid attention as Lekan crafted the drones. What a convenient tool! She flexed her cannons' maws eagerly as Lekan gave his gesture.
"Hey, what the-?!"
The bandits' attention were diverted to the drones. Lekan and co. could see Mosa trying to tear down a blast door to the engine room. Quite...eagerly, at that. The bandits tried their best to shoot down the drones, but their aim was awful and frantic. Quin hovered behind the group, leaning forward slightly to give herself more speed. Without directly looking, her shoulder eyes occassionally fired one, two, three yellow beams at the bandit thugs who spotted them, guarding the colorful group as they slip by the mayhem.
"C'mon!", she told the one-armed mercenary, and ran inside.
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"Da!", Mosa nodded at Ophelia's words, smiling. "Mosa can't help but be curious." Responding to Ophelia's analysis, he chuckled. "Gu ha ha ha! Bandits aren't usually smartest tools in the shed, yes?" Mosa turned to look at the entryway to the engine room again. "Hmmm. Mosa gonna do stupid thing and take a look. You free to do what you want!", Mosa said with a carefree tone. Ophelia had more than proven to be capable of taking care of herself. Cracking his knuckles, he charged towards the engine room as the doors were closing. He very nearly made it......but he wasn't fast enough, and the door closed in front of him.
Bullets continue to bounce all over Mosa's body. The snarling Beastman turned around, and grabbed a larger, crab-like beastman behind him, before slamming him to the massive blast door. Over, and over, and over again, as he tried to smash his way through the door. When the crab-like beastman shattered into pieces from repeated abuse, Mosa clasped both his hands, leaned slightly to the right, and shoulder tackled the door, with no visible desire to stop.
"HEEEEERE'S MOSA!", he roared gleefully, reveling in the high tension.
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The bolt shadow stunned the Knightguard at the right moment, giving the swift gangster enough time to draw his knife and skewer the synthetic, the blade coming out the other side of the tarnished armor. Graves could see the light literally going out in its eyes, as its entire body fell limp and became useless.
At the end of the corpse-riddled bridge was the room to Drakov's private quarters. Strangely enough, he did not bother to lock it. Perhaps he thought his knightguards would be good enough. Or rather.....he had one more trick up his sleeve.
In his room, Boris clasped his hands....and waited with his eyes closed. When he heard his last Knightguard sizzling, he opened his eyes a peek and glanced to his side, where his trusted con-woman and second in command Beatrice Schwartz was. He smirked and nodded, whispering smoothly;
"He's coming. Entertain our friend for a bit, won't you my dear?"
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"Yessir!", Deunan saluted with one hand at Lekan's orders. He sounded so professional, she had utmost confidence in him. Drawing her beam charger, Deunan set it to low power before crouching behind some crates. She kept an eye out on her surroundings. Just remember what Halcyon taught you, she thought. Head down, breath steady, eyes focused.
Quin watched Lekan calmly, nodding with approval at how calm he was handling the whole situation. She paid attention as Lekan crafted the drones. What a convenient tool! She flexed her cannons' maws eagerly as Lekan gave his gesture.
"Hey, what the-?!"
The bandits' attention were diverted to the drones. Lekan and co. could see Mosa trying to tear down a blast door to the engine room. Quite...eagerly, at that. The bandits tried their best to shoot down the drones, but their aim was awful and frantic. Quin hovered behind the group, leaning forward slightly to give herself more speed. Without directly looking, her shoulder eyes occassionally fired one, two, three yellow beams at the bandit thugs who spotted them, guarding the colorful group as they slip by the mayhem.
The Ishkavi stood at 5 ft. 8 inches. Her host a beast-woman had light brown hair, and fluffy cat-like ears. The Ishkavi trademark antenna were slicked back into the hair pulsing with the neon green energy. Her eyes a solid neon green color, like the antennas, pulsed with energy and life. She had a transparent visor, small and not easily noticeable, covering her left eye. Beatrice wore a standard Darkov officer uniform tight fitting and leaves little to the imagination. Her tail she never got use to, swung about freely being a nuisance as ever. Her arms were equipped with a special gauntlet pulsating with the same color as both her antennas and eyes.
Beatrice without looking back down at Boris, her higher up and close friend, walks out of the room and onto the bridge connecting to Boris's private chambers. She stares at Jeremy, and then his massive weapon. The gun starts to short circuit and sparks fly from its kinetic centrifuge. "One tip darling." She says in a flirtatious manner. "Don't try to fight your opponent with their tech. It might come to bite you in the arse." The gauntlets on Beatrice's arms begin to power up until both eject a fully weaponized plasma blade.
Beatrice without looking back down at Boris, her higher up and close friend, walks out of the room and onto the bridge connecting to Boris's private chambers. She stares at Jeremy, and then his massive weapon. The gun starts to short circuit and sparks fly from its kinetic centrifuge. "One tip darling." She says in a flirtatious manner. "Don't try to fight your opponent with their tech. It might come to bite you in the arse." The gauntlets on Beatrice's arms begin to power up until both eject a fully weaponized plasma blade.
Gelon stepped back with mega hertz and watch Sentinel break down the door "well that did the trick" he said and walk through after megahertz calls for him "now we have had that now i think comes the hard part and that is waiting for a few things" Gelon said and walked up to his room "first i need to reconstructed my arm and than let some nanobot syringes be made, without my nanobots I die" he said and put all his modules in a tank with, what seems like a clear liquid but in fact are trillions of tiny nanobots "so for the next 15 minutes i'm unarmed and defenseless" he said and prick his finger and let a drop of blood in a machine which started producing the new nanobots Boris had injected him with instead of his old ones "i hope i'm not using up your hospitality and kindness cause that is not my meaning to, if you want to leave i can understand and if you want something in return say what ever it's" Gelon said and watch Megahertz and Sentinel
Stepping aside so the others could step in, Sentinel glanced around the area. It didn't seem like there were any more bandits in the immediate vicinity. Most of the fighting seemed to be dying down. The bandits may have had the element of surprise but they were vastly outnumbered on the ship. Which meant they must have had some other purpose in boarding the vessel.
Meeting back up with Megahertz and Gelon, he noticed that the residence was much like their own. Probably for money-saving purposes and organization as personalizing each 'house' would have been much more expensive and time consuming. Listening to Gelon as he talked, Sentinel unhooked his cannons once again and leaned against the door. "I shall stay and protect you from whatever is left. Do not worry about that." Looking over at Megahertz, he awaited her response.
As the last mafia gangster entered the engine room and closed the door, a band emanated from the portal. Turning around, all the members drew their weapons and pointed them at the door. If something was going to come through, it wouldn't come through healthily. Motioning four members towards the group of hostages, the leader yelled over the din, "Take them to the back of the engine room. If you hear fighting start up and no all-clear from us, you know what to do."
Nodding, the small group once again herded the prisoners down the passageways, ending up in a place close enough to hear whatever happened at the doorway yet hidden from that area. Gunfire sounded from outside the doorway shortly after the pounding, screams of pain mingled with the buzzing of energy blasts. Stepping forward, the leader placed his ear to the door as the dying began to cut out. It seemed that whatever raiders attempted an attack were alive no longer. About to move back, the man was blasted backwards as the door almost caved in, a crocodile shaped imprint on the door's thick metal. Groggily standing, the men took out his own weapons and took cover behind a piece of machinery.
"That door won't stand another hit. Whatever is coming through, it's big. As soon as it falls, let fly with everything you have!" he shouted. Complying, the other 5 gangsters took up their own positions, aiming various weapons at the portal to the outside. They weren't willing to go down easy.
Graves stepped over the dead body of the Knightguard, extricating the power knife from the metal. Deactivating the power field, he wiped away the synthetic fluid from the blade before sheathing it. Taking up his gun and hefting it over his shoulder, Graves made his way through the dead bodies. One man was still alive, breathing shallowly as blood bubbled from a tear in his leg. Crouching down next to the man, Graves removed his hat. Fear filled the crewman's eyes, slowly dimming as the loss of blood began to take its toll on his mind. As the last spark of life was extinguished, Graves said a short prayer over the man. He was not one to disrespect the dead.
Replacing his hat on his head, he proceeded to move towards Drakov's personal room just as Beatrice stepped out. Standing just as tall as Graves, he examined the Beast-woman. Or rather, what used to be a Beast-woman, he thought as he saw the tell-tale glowing eyes and antennas of an Ishkavi corpse-walker. As she began speaking sparks flew from the gun next to his face. Burning him slightly, he laughed heartily and tossed away the now useless weapon. Bowing to the woman, he declared, "It is a pleasure to meet you, servant of Boris. A most interesting surprise you provided me."
Watching as the two plasma blades extended from the gauntlets on her hand, he thought over the wiseness of the course he had taken. Almost instantly, he decided it had been worth it. It had been a long time since he participated in combat. The travails of the God-father were great indeed. Drawing a pistol from his hip holster, he threw the weapon out to the side, useless if his opponent could simply cause it to shut down. Transferring the knife to his left hand, he reached back into his coat and drew out another power weapon. Making a small whipping motion, the small rod extended into a two foot baton, a less powerful but longer-ranged weapon that would allow him to more effectively block the plasma blades.
Taking up a battle stance, he smiled at the Ishkavi, "No need for us to fight, I simply wish to talk with my old friend. I promise you that no harm will come to him from me. The same can't be said for you, however."
Meeting back up with Megahertz and Gelon, he noticed that the residence was much like their own. Probably for money-saving purposes and organization as personalizing each 'house' would have been much more expensive and time consuming. Listening to Gelon as he talked, Sentinel unhooked his cannons once again and leaned against the door. "I shall stay and protect you from whatever is left. Do not worry about that." Looking over at Megahertz, he awaited her response.
As the last mafia gangster entered the engine room and closed the door, a band emanated from the portal. Turning around, all the members drew their weapons and pointed them at the door. If something was going to come through, it wouldn't come through healthily. Motioning four members towards the group of hostages, the leader yelled over the din, "Take them to the back of the engine room. If you hear fighting start up and no all-clear from us, you know what to do."
Nodding, the small group once again herded the prisoners down the passageways, ending up in a place close enough to hear whatever happened at the doorway yet hidden from that area. Gunfire sounded from outside the doorway shortly after the pounding, screams of pain mingled with the buzzing of energy blasts. Stepping forward, the leader placed his ear to the door as the dying began to cut out. It seemed that whatever raiders attempted an attack were alive no longer. About to move back, the man was blasted backwards as the door almost caved in, a crocodile shaped imprint on the door's thick metal. Groggily standing, the men took out his own weapons and took cover behind a piece of machinery.
"That door won't stand another hit. Whatever is coming through, it's big. As soon as it falls, let fly with everything you have!" he shouted. Complying, the other 5 gangsters took up their own positions, aiming various weapons at the portal to the outside. They weren't willing to go down easy.
Graves stepped over the dead body of the Knightguard, extricating the power knife from the metal. Deactivating the power field, he wiped away the synthetic fluid from the blade before sheathing it. Taking up his gun and hefting it over his shoulder, Graves made his way through the dead bodies. One man was still alive, breathing shallowly as blood bubbled from a tear in his leg. Crouching down next to the man, Graves removed his hat. Fear filled the crewman's eyes, slowly dimming as the loss of blood began to take its toll on his mind. As the last spark of life was extinguished, Graves said a short prayer over the man. He was not one to disrespect the dead.
Replacing his hat on his head, he proceeded to move towards Drakov's personal room just as Beatrice stepped out. Standing just as tall as Graves, he examined the Beast-woman. Or rather, what used to be a Beast-woman, he thought as he saw the tell-tale glowing eyes and antennas of an Ishkavi corpse-walker. As she began speaking sparks flew from the gun next to his face. Burning him slightly, he laughed heartily and tossed away the now useless weapon. Bowing to the woman, he declared, "It is a pleasure to meet you, servant of Boris. A most interesting surprise you provided me."
Watching as the two plasma blades extended from the gauntlets on her hand, he thought over the wiseness of the course he had taken. Almost instantly, he decided it had been worth it. It had been a long time since he participated in combat. The travails of the God-father were great indeed. Drawing a pistol from his hip holster, he threw the weapon out to the side, useless if his opponent could simply cause it to shut down. Transferring the knife to his left hand, he reached back into his coat and drew out another power weapon. Making a small whipping motion, the small rod extended into a two foot baton, a less powerful but longer-ranged weapon that would allow him to more effectively block the plasma blades.
Taking up a battle stance, he smiled at the Ishkavi, "No need for us to fight, I simply wish to talk with my old friend. I promise you that no harm will come to him from me. The same can't be said for you, however."
Ophelia watched as Mosa ran off towards the engine room, leaving her there on her lonesome. To her left she could see drones harassing a group of bandits while an insectoid lady and a pink haired woman prepared to engage. It took some of the load off them earlier. She also noticed a floating squid and an odd looking geometric creature hanging behind. "Hmm," she muttered. Suddenly she heard the loud cries of a beastman along with the crunching of a carapace and Mosa yelling. It was hard to tell if it was yelling of enjoyment or of ferocity, but Ophelia could sense it was a bit of both. She honestly had nothing else to do, so she walked for the engine room but following the sounds of agony.
Eventually she could see Mosa trying to knock down a blast door. Other bandits were firing at him, with regular bullets. She smirked as the bandit's bullets stopped in midair. Though she felt a twinge of pain since grabbing fast moving bullets even with metalmancy, isn't an easy task. The bandits looked on in confusion and then suddenly fear as the bullets changed direction and fired back at them. They all fell limp at once, leaving Mosa alone. Ophelia looked over to Mosa. "Need help with the door?" she asked him coldly.
Eventually she could see Mosa trying to knock down a blast door. Other bandits were firing at him, with regular bullets. She smirked as the bandit's bullets stopped in midair. Though she felt a twinge of pain since grabbing fast moving bullets even with metalmancy, isn't an easy task. The bandits looked on in confusion and then suddenly fear as the bullets changed direction and fired back at them. They all fell limp at once, leaving Mosa alone. Ophelia looked over to Mosa. "Need help with the door?" she asked him coldly.
The setting changes from F.S.S. Realta Nua to North Dagojouiise
This was none of his business. He should not be here. This was going to start an interplanetary incident and he had no right to interfere.... Ciril hesitated, watching Byatis carry out his task with gruesome efficiency and gore, and watching K2 rashly charge in. The possibility for diplomacy and negotiation was gone as K2 initiated a fight, firing into Byatis. The Snek's four eyes summed up the situation before springing into action. He would attempt to neutralize and separate them all. He was starting to regret following the pirate so casually, but a tiny twinge knew he didn't stand a chance against the massive Byatis alone, and so, with a twist, the metal leg coils rearranged and he scaled the cavern wall, running along it, sideways, stretching out and grab K2 off Byatis before the beast could strike back with his venom. "I thought we were going to just see what he was doing. Keyword being SEE!" he said sternly to K2.
Byatis wretched at the bullet enters and exited his shoulder. Black, tar-like blood dripping from it. "Scum like me?! This coming from a pirate!" Ciril was right to assume Byatis would lash out but luckily he grabbed K2 in time. Byatis stood up on his hind legs looking down at the three, hissing. "How did you find me?! WHY did you follow me?" Just then, Byatis felt the bug in his tentacled mane. He scowled as he crushed it in his tentacles. He heard the tiny synthetic voice on the device K2 used utter "signal lost". Byatis realized it would be unwise to attack them all at once, so he refrained from lashing out again. "Its because you're racist isn't it?" he said. Suddenly, he realized. There were witnesses to his act, now. This was not going according to plan. Byatis couldn't help feel betrayed by Clockwork and K2, since he helped them with the Gunsevers in the Lower Nebulonian library.
"Ciril I think you are intelligent enough to see what is really going on here." Keeton stares down Byatis like he had done in the sewers, except this time with pure disgust written in his expression. "Our good friend Byatis, though I may not know exactly what would be the consequences, has just sent a message to the planet of Dagojouiise." He looks over to the mangled beast man body, "And we were all here to see it." Keeton struggles to break free of his bindings to no avail.
"I cant lie Byatis, I've despised you from the beginning. The only reason I can think of why i am still alive, and not dead in the sewers, was because of clockwork. If He had not been there I would have retaliated and attempted to kill you, but we all know I was way to drunk to do that. It would have been a slaughter and then maybe Sentinel could've seen who you really are." Keeton says, his eyes burning with fury and vengeance staring down the assassin. "Why I followed you simple, I knew you were up to no good. At first I bugged you in an effort to protect the ship, but it became very clear when you were heading towards the canyons that you had somewhat of a task to accomplish."
"Racist," Keeton starts to laugh uncontrollably. "DO YOU THINK I FORGAVE?! DO YOU THINK I AM YOUR FRIEND?!" Keeton
starts to struggle even harder against the metal coils wrapped around him. "I'd rather be a no good drunken pirate, then a FUCKING LAP DOG!"
"I cant lie Byatis, I've despised you from the beginning. The only reason I can think of why i am still alive, and not dead in the sewers, was because of clockwork. If He had not been there I would have retaliated and attempted to kill you, but we all know I was way to drunk to do that. It would have been a slaughter and then maybe Sentinel could've seen who you really are." Keeton says, his eyes burning with fury and vengeance staring down the assassin. "Why I followed you simple, I knew you were up to no good. At first I bugged you in an effort to protect the ship, but it became very clear when you were heading towards the canyons that you had somewhat of a task to accomplish."
"Racist," Keeton starts to laugh uncontrollably. "DO YOU THINK I FORGAVE?! DO YOU THINK I AM YOUR FRIEND?!" Keeton
starts to struggle even harder against the metal coils wrapped around him. "I'd rather be a no good drunken pirate, then a FUCKING LAP DOG!"
The setting changes from North Dagojouiise to F.S.S. Realta Nua
"I'm sorry love, I regret to inform you that Mr. Darkov is not available for meetings right now. He gives his deepest condolences." She says mocking the gangster. "Ooh, are you trying to compensate for something?" She says snickering at the pathetic rod graves wields. "It's okay sweetie, size isn't everything."
Examining the area she knew that, with his current weapons, victory would be about 87.0001% for her. Jeremy wielded a power knife, something that her plasma blades would not be able to slice up, and a metal rod. The thought of him wielding a rod against her made Beatrice giggle a bit as she analyzed the situation. Even if he would somehow turn the weapon on, she would just turn it against him. The Ishkavi stood her ground, thinking that the mobster would expect a direct assault. She raised her gauntlets to a battle stance and prepared for the first blow.
"Im sorry sir, but Darkov industries does not take threats from those wishing to do it harm. Beatrice continues to mock Graves. "Prepare to be terminated permanently."
Examining the area she knew that, with his current weapons, victory would be about 87.0001% for her. Jeremy wielded a power knife, something that her plasma blades would not be able to slice up, and a metal rod. The thought of him wielding a rod against her made Beatrice giggle a bit as she analyzed the situation. Even if he would somehow turn the weapon on, she would just turn it against him. The Ishkavi stood her ground, thinking that the mobster would expect a direct assault. She raised her gauntlets to a battle stance and prepared for the first blow.
"Im sorry sir, but Darkov industries does not take threats from those wishing to do it harm. Beatrice continues to mock Graves. "Prepare to be terminated permanently."
The setting changes from F.S.S. Realta Nua to Stratevaria Galaxy
"K2, please think this through!" Ciril insisted, swinging down from the cavern ceiling and out of Byatis immediate range, K2 still in his grip. He got a bead on Byatis with his wrist mounted laser cuffs, just to keep him standing back, the red dot of the laser beam jittering around his head as a warning. "He can't help what he is, and considering what he is, he's doing far less damage than expected... its unfortunate, but the galaxy is full of assassins." he stared coolly at the nightmarish creature, "Unless there is a larger more sinister plan he's enacting , and is, like you presume, working WITH GEHNNA, its not our business." he shifted two of his eyes to K2, removing the lower sunglasses with his head coil to make eye contact. "You are a pirate. Not a space cop, not a bounty hunter. Not a vigilante. Unless you have very specific and personal reason to continue.... for the good of everyone, I'm going to have to insist you let this one go. " There was a trace of sympathy in his last words, he could see so much passion and firey rage coming from K2, and he was unsure why...but it wasn't just some trigger happy arbitrary reason. He shifted his top two eyes to Clockwork questioning.
The setting changes from Stratevaria Galaxy to North Dagojouiise
"K2, please think this through!" Ciril insisted, swinging down from the cavern ceiling and out of Byatis immediate range, K2 still in his grip. He got a bead on Byatis with his wrist mounted laser cuffs, just to keep him standing back, the red dot of the laser beam jittering around his head as a warning. "He can't help what he is, and considering what he is, he's doing far less damage than expected... its unfortunate, but the galaxy is full of assassins." he stared coolly at the nightmarish creature, "Unless there is a larger more sinister plan he's enacting , and is, like you presume, working WITH GEHNNA, its not our business." he shifted two of his eyes to K2, removing the lower sunglasses with his head coil to make eye contact. "You are a pirate. Not a space cop, not a bounty hunter. Not a vigilante. Unless you have very specific and personal reason to continue.... for the good of everyone, I'm going to have to insist you let this one go. " There was a trace of sympathy in his last words, he could see so much passion and firey rage coming from K2, and he was unsure why...but it wasn't just some trigger happy arbitrary reason. He shifted his top two eyes to Clockwork questioning.
(sorry, posting twice because the first was in the wrong place. ))
(sorry, posting twice because the first was in the wrong place. ))
Clockwork stayed quiet as he listened to Byatis, K2, and ciril arguing. He shot K2 a surprised glance when he yelled at Byatis. The venom between these two were off the charts. He paused, then glanced at Ciril and whispered in a startled tone, "...'assassin'..". He continued to remain quiet as Ciril lectured K2. Ciril had a point. This was not K2's problem. He is a pirate; a thief and a scoundrel. This should be Clockwork's problem, as a member of the Protectors....but he never considered himself a serious protector, for if he was, then he would have brought in K2 himself a long time ago. He couldn't help but feel a bit..impressed...by K2's initiative, as questionable as his motive was.
He turned to Ciril, pausing for a bit, and then back to Byatis. "H-hey now...can't we just settle this with a cup of tea or two?", Clockwork whispered half-jokingly, attempting to lighten the mood, but still keeping himself on guard. He felt a bit torn...it is his obligation to stop Byatis from killing anyone else, but if he does, he would feel like a hypocrite for his leniance to K2. And if there was something Clockwork absolutely despises...it was hypocrites.
Just then, Byatis heard something in his head. Darkstar's voice.
"Byatis. Are you in need of assistance.", Darkstar stated emotionlessly, as if he already knew the answer.
He turned to Ciril, pausing for a bit, and then back to Byatis. "H-hey now...can't we just settle this with a cup of tea or two?", Clockwork whispered half-jokingly, attempting to lighten the mood, but still keeping himself on guard. He felt a bit torn...it is his obligation to stop Byatis from killing anyone else, but if he does, he would feel like a hypocrite for his leniance to K2. And if there was something Clockwork absolutely despises...it was hypocrites.
Just then, Byatis heard something in his head. Darkstar's voice.
"Byatis. Are you in need of assistance.", Darkstar stated emotionlessly, as if he already knew the answer.
The setting changes from North Dagojouiise to F.S.S. Realta Nua
Megahertz folded her arms as she listened to Gelon, nodding. He glanced briefly to Sentinel, then back to Gelon. "You kiddin' me? I'm going to stay where it's safe: next to Sentinel!" , she nodded to herself to emphasize her words, showing her trust in her rusted knight. She stayed quiet and looked around for a couple of seconds as she pondered on a compensation Gelon could give. As a pragmatic woman, Megahertz thought this over seriously....
...However, before she could come up with something, a portion of the wall next to Gelon was demolished, as three bandit corpses fell next to each other. "DESKOVITCH YOU BASTARD! You there?!", a rough voice was heard, as the rubble fell and the smoke cleared. A startled Megahertz took a step back and got closer to Sentinel. A single glowing orange dot could be seen amongst the smoke, as quick, heavy steps were heard.
The ice man Ridley stepped into the house, making sure to stomp on one of the bandit's chest as he looked around. Behind him was the greatsword wielding beastwoman Vlad. The two of them caught notice of Sentinel and Megahertz, with Ridley slightly startled and Vlad noticeably gripping her sword's hilt more tightly, her expression hidden behind that green visor. The two mercenaries stared at Sentinel and Megahertz for a few seconds, before deducing, through Sentinel's relaxed posture and Megahertz's apparent lack of weaponry, along with a very vulnerable Gelon nearby, that they were not hostile. "I see you finally made some friends.", Vlad remarked, while both her and Ridley gave a questioning look to the synthetic and the corpse walker.
Ridley then turned to Gelon. "There you are!", he shouted in his usual aggressive tone. Vlad nearby took a deep breath, and stated calmly, "Ridley was worried about you for a second there." Ridley glared at Vlad and snapped, "I WASN'T!....I just....didn't want to have to look for his corpse in this huge stinkin' ship, is all!"
Suddenly, they heard a loud growl. A low, rumbling growl. Ridley and Vlad retreated into the house, with the ice knight raising his shield and Vlad scanning the area.
Megahertz whispered, "...something big is coming."
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Mosa was very close in completely tearing the door down, when he heard the bandits behind him dying rapidly, one after another. He turned around, noticing Ophelia. He smirked as he thought over her question. "Nah...Mosa got this. You did Mosa enough favors with the bullets.", He gave a thumbs up with his left hand, before clasping both hands and tilting his upper body again for one final shoulder tackle. "Thank you for that!", Mosa said in a boisterous, genuinely grateful tone. While he shrugged off the bullets so far, it did not mean they did not hurt at all. Cracking his neck, he took a deep breath and one step back, before letting out a bellowing roar - and smashing a reptillian-shaped hope through the several inches thick blast door.
Mosa's enormous figure casted a shadow upon the five gangsters. Tanking more of the kinetic bullets and the particle beams alike, Mosa continued to grin ferociously despite his beginning to bleed. His armored hide may be cracked, burning, and bleeding, but his passion was still burning bright. He crashed in front of the five bandits, and spun around, hitting knocking three off their feet with his massive tail, before grabbing one of them and chomping on his head. With a quick and forceful pull, Mosa decapitated that gangster, and spit the head out to one of the other recovering gangster's groin. "RAA HAHAHAHA!", Mosa roared with mocking laughter, as both an intimidation technique and an attempt to draw their attention. He kept an eye out on Ophelia, curious on her actions and expressions (or lack thereof).
...However, before she could come up with something, a portion of the wall next to Gelon was demolished, as three bandit corpses fell next to each other. "DESKOVITCH YOU BASTARD! You there?!", a rough voice was heard, as the rubble fell and the smoke cleared. A startled Megahertz took a step back and got closer to Sentinel. A single glowing orange dot could be seen amongst the smoke, as quick, heavy steps were heard.
The ice man Ridley stepped into the house, making sure to stomp on one of the bandit's chest as he looked around. Behind him was the greatsword wielding beastwoman Vlad. The two of them caught notice of Sentinel and Megahertz, with Ridley slightly startled and Vlad noticeably gripping her sword's hilt more tightly, her expression hidden behind that green visor. The two mercenaries stared at Sentinel and Megahertz for a few seconds, before deducing, through Sentinel's relaxed posture and Megahertz's apparent lack of weaponry, along with a very vulnerable Gelon nearby, that they were not hostile. "I see you finally made some friends.", Vlad remarked, while both her and Ridley gave a questioning look to the synthetic and the corpse walker.
Ridley then turned to Gelon. "There you are!", he shouted in his usual aggressive tone. Vlad nearby took a deep breath, and stated calmly, "Ridley was worried about you for a second there." Ridley glared at Vlad and snapped, "I WASN'T!....I just....didn't want to have to look for his corpse in this huge stinkin' ship, is all!"
Suddenly, they heard a loud growl. A low, rumbling growl. Ridley and Vlad retreated into the house, with the ice knight raising his shield and Vlad scanning the area.
Megahertz whispered, "...something big is coming."
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Mosa was very close in completely tearing the door down, when he heard the bandits behind him dying rapidly, one after another. He turned around, noticing Ophelia. He smirked as he thought over her question. "Nah...Mosa got this. You did Mosa enough favors with the bullets.", He gave a thumbs up with his left hand, before clasping both hands and tilting his upper body again for one final shoulder tackle. "Thank you for that!", Mosa said in a boisterous, genuinely grateful tone. While he shrugged off the bullets so far, it did not mean they did not hurt at all. Cracking his neck, he took a deep breath and one step back, before letting out a bellowing roar - and smashing a reptillian-shaped hope through the several inches thick blast door.
Mosa's enormous figure casted a shadow upon the five gangsters. Tanking more of the kinetic bullets and the particle beams alike, Mosa continued to grin ferociously despite his beginning to bleed. His armored hide may be cracked, burning, and bleeding, but his passion was still burning bright. He crashed in front of the five bandits, and spun around, hitting knocking three off their feet with his massive tail, before grabbing one of them and chomping on his head. With a quick and forceful pull, Mosa decapitated that gangster, and spit the head out to one of the other recovering gangster's groin. "RAA HAHAHAHA!", Mosa roared with mocking laughter, as both an intimidation technique and an attempt to draw their attention. He kept an eye out on Ophelia, curious on her actions and expressions (or lack thereof).
Graves sighed as the Ishkavi continued to taunt him, proceeding into her own battle stance. He know that in terms of weaponry, he was outmatched. While the power knife would be able to counter the plasma, it was much shorter in range. The metal rod was nothing special; at most it would take a hit or two from the plasma blades until it disintegrated. Activating it wouldn't do match as was shown by his now ruined gun.
Dropping his stance, he began backing towards the view port overlooking the ship. "Your petty insults are beginning to tire me. We both know the most likely outcome if we were to clash; I simply cannot compete against your weapons with what I have. An accord, perhaps. I leave, and you don't do anything."
Gazing longingly at the gun lying ruined, he felt tempted to charge her. Graves had put countless hours of care into building the weapon and now it was ruined by this parasitic scum. He was loathe to leave it. Glancing down, he smirked, "Tell you what. I'm not going to kill you now. I'll let some of my more...promiscuous men have their way with you and then tie a good, old-fashioned noose around your neck." Engaging the rod's plasma field in his hand out of sight, he launched it towards Beatrice before activating his magical invisibility and darting off to the side, throwing a shadow bolt to stun her.
As Mosa burst through the door, the gangsters began to fire. Everything struck the massive Beastman yet he remained unfazed. Three were knocked down, another decapitated by Mosa's bite. The last looked to the rest of his companions. They had already decided before hand that were there to be a breach, a few would stay behind to delay whatever pursuit there was. Locking eyes with the three briefly, the leader saluted before running down the aisle to where the rest of the group was with the hostages.
"Time to work boys," he snarled. Impassive faces stared as the screaming hostages were gunned down and thrown in the hallway. One member fished an explosive charge from his bag and planted it on a nearby engine. Setting a ten-second timer, he joined the rest as they fled towards the back of the ship.
Back at the entrance, the remaining three were getting up. One was smashed by the head of the decapitated gangster and fell groaning, unconscious. The other two lay down their weapons, seeing the futility of fighting. Both had cyanide capsules in their mouths and power knives in their sleeves in case they needed to escape. Just as they were getting down, the high explosive on the engine detonated, sending reverberations throughout the entire ship, incinerating one of the engine blocks.
Sentinel watched as an Elemental and a Beastwoman crashed through the wall of the house, three bandit corpses sprawled before them. Simply watched. The fighting was starting to annoy him; there would be plenty of that later. Listening to them talk, he turned towards the entrance of the house as the rumbling took up. They were right, something big was coming.
"I suggest we-" Sentinel was cut off as an explosion tore through the ship, knocking him down. Even his stabilizers were overwhelmed by the power of the blast. Getting up quickly, he activated his particle cannons, readying himself to destroy any threat.
Dropping his stance, he began backing towards the view port overlooking the ship. "Your petty insults are beginning to tire me. We both know the most likely outcome if we were to clash; I simply cannot compete against your weapons with what I have. An accord, perhaps. I leave, and you don't do anything."
Gazing longingly at the gun lying ruined, he felt tempted to charge her. Graves had put countless hours of care into building the weapon and now it was ruined by this parasitic scum. He was loathe to leave it. Glancing down, he smirked, "Tell you what. I'm not going to kill you now. I'll let some of my more...promiscuous men have their way with you and then tie a good, old-fashioned noose around your neck." Engaging the rod's plasma field in his hand out of sight, he launched it towards Beatrice before activating his magical invisibility and darting off to the side, throwing a shadow bolt to stun her.
As Mosa burst through the door, the gangsters began to fire. Everything struck the massive Beastman yet he remained unfazed. Three were knocked down, another decapitated by Mosa's bite. The last looked to the rest of his companions. They had already decided before hand that were there to be a breach, a few would stay behind to delay whatever pursuit there was. Locking eyes with the three briefly, the leader saluted before running down the aisle to where the rest of the group was with the hostages.
"Time to work boys," he snarled. Impassive faces stared as the screaming hostages were gunned down and thrown in the hallway. One member fished an explosive charge from his bag and planted it on a nearby engine. Setting a ten-second timer, he joined the rest as they fled towards the back of the ship.
Back at the entrance, the remaining three were getting up. One was smashed by the head of the decapitated gangster and fell groaning, unconscious. The other two lay down their weapons, seeing the futility of fighting. Both had cyanide capsules in their mouths and power knives in their sleeves in case they needed to escape. Just as they were getting down, the high explosive on the engine detonated, sending reverberations throughout the entire ship, incinerating one of the engine blocks.
Sentinel watched as an Elemental and a Beastwoman crashed through the wall of the house, three bandit corpses sprawled before them. Simply watched. The fighting was starting to annoy him; there would be plenty of that later. Listening to them talk, he turned towards the entrance of the house as the rumbling took up. They were right, something big was coming.
"I suggest we-" Sentinel was cut off as an explosion tore through the ship, knocking him down. Even his stabilizers were overwhelmed by the power of the blast. Getting up quickly, he activated his particle cannons, readying himself to destroy any threat.
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Byatis simply listened to K2 yelling at the top of his lungs. And at Ciril's comments. And at Clock's reasoning. He pouted with an exaggerated motion. "Ya know, I've been called worse! I suppose this is a deal like...who really kills people? The man or the gun? I'm...just the gun. Hahah! It's your kind who wanted me to do this ya know. I had no qualms with these guys." Byatis chuckled a bit. "So who's the real monster? My employer!" He said in a jolly manner and looked at Ciril. "Snek, if I was working for GEHENNA, what would killing these beastmen actually accomplish? I dunno. And I told you some pretty vital info. So, if ya don't trust me, that's your deal."
Byatis calmed down and eased his posture a bit. He could heard Darkstar finally chiming in. "Hold on.." he thought to Darkstar. Byatis got on all fours and looked at the bound K2. He frowned and changed his tone. It was a lot more genuine. "Aww, are you still mad I pushed you into sewer water? I'm sorry, but you are really cocky when you are drunk." There was no sarcasm in his tone. Byatis playfully rolled onto his back. "This scummy, Megidian bumhole is sorry."
Byatis calmed down and eased his posture a bit. He could heard Darkstar finally chiming in. "Hold on.." he thought to Darkstar. Byatis got on all fours and looked at the bound K2. He frowned and changed his tone. It was a lot more genuine. "Aww, are you still mad I pushed you into sewer water? I'm sorry, but you are really cocky when you are drunk." There was no sarcasm in his tone. Byatis playfully rolled onto his back. "This scummy, Megidian bumhole is sorry."
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Ophelia walked in a few moments after Mosa charged in, watching him savagely tear these people apart. She was impressed but her facial expression rarely showed it. When one bandit ran off after giving instructions to another, she got suspicious. She then walked over to Mosa as he was finishing ripping them apart, and saw the hostage bodies flung into their corridor. Again, she felt no remorse or sympathy for them. Ophelia simply assumed they supported Drakov and felt that they probably deserved it.
Suddenly, Ophelia felt a small reverberation on the floor. She knew exactly what was coming. This is what the Gilgamesh felt like before she caused it's engines to explode! Thinking quickly, she ran to Mosa and grabbed the huge section of the blast door that Mosa knocked down earlier, with her metalmancy. She stood in front of him, and the flying blast door intentionally knocked Mosa forward to get him to stay down. If she simply yelled it would've been too late. She held the 5 inch thick blast door in front of both of them. At the same time, the explosion created a massive shockwave of kinetic force and fire. The wave knocked her back into Mosa but luckily he was close to the ground and didn't move too far back. Ophelia focused on holding the blast door up to withstand the immense plumes of fire barreling down their hallway. The heat was intense, worse that the desert. She could feel her skin burn.
When the fire died down, she tossed the blast door aside and slumped down, panting. Why did she save Mosa? She could have easily ran for the exit, letting him to burn. She couldn't understand it.
Suddenly, Ophelia felt a small reverberation on the floor. She knew exactly what was coming. This is what the Gilgamesh felt like before she caused it's engines to explode! Thinking quickly, she ran to Mosa and grabbed the huge section of the blast door that Mosa knocked down earlier, with her metalmancy. She stood in front of him, and the flying blast door intentionally knocked Mosa forward to get him to stay down. If she simply yelled it would've been too late. She held the 5 inch thick blast door in front of both of them. At the same time, the explosion created a massive shockwave of kinetic force and fire. The wave knocked her back into Mosa but luckily he was close to the ground and didn't move too far back. Ophelia focused on holding the blast door up to withstand the immense plumes of fire barreling down their hallway. The heat was intense, worse that the desert. She could feel her skin burn.
When the fire died down, she tossed the blast door aside and slumped down, panting. Why did she save Mosa? She could have easily ran for the exit, letting him to burn. She couldn't understand it.
"oh damn" Gelon said before he hit the floor thanks to the explosion "we need to fortify this place really, really quick!" Gelon said panicked cause he knew what that rumbling noise was. As gelon was gathering supplies to fortify the home his breathing started to pick up rapidly, to the point it looked like he was gonna have an asthma attack
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Keeton bounced back to reality, he took a deep breath and stopped struggling against Ciril's grip. The vision had stopped playing back, and the words were no longer looming in his head. He was for the most part calm and somewhat collected. His view on Byatis changed in mere seconds, at first a vile creature with fangs dripping bile. Now, still a gross creature, but less evil and more conniving. Could Byatis be more like Keeton then he realized? Why the fuck should Keeton care if this guy was dead. He was no protector, he had killed for profit, and would gladly do it again. The truth is that Keeton needed something to incriminate the rouge, but thinking back to times before this incident Keeton came to a startling conclusion. Byatis was a bad guy, but was no worse then he was.
He leans his head back with the look of despair, "Your still a stupid lap dog, but I realize now that we are not enemies. I'm not going to explain why I freaked out, but know that I am sorry for incriminating you." Keeton says, and then looks at Ciril, his expression telling him to get Keeton out of his coils. "To be honest I could care less who this bloke is, he's dead and I know his death was significant in someway but this doesn't concern me in the least bit." Eventually after being released from Ciril's "grip", Keeton extends his hand towards the Eldritch creature. "Look I know we've had some pretty rough moments, but lets put all that behind us. The name is Keeton, but you will only call me K2."
He leans his head back with the look of despair, "Your still a stupid lap dog, but I realize now that we are not enemies. I'm not going to explain why I freaked out, but know that I am sorry for incriminating you." Keeton says, and then looks at Ciril, his expression telling him to get Keeton out of his coils. "To be honest I could care less who this bloke is, he's dead and I know his death was significant in someway but this doesn't concern me in the least bit." Eventually after being released from Ciril's "grip", Keeton extends his hand towards the Eldritch creature. "Look I know we've had some pretty rough moments, but lets put all that behind us. The name is Keeton, but you will only call me K2."
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Beatrice sees the rod activate through her visor. Darkov industries standard plasma baton, it was hard to find non-Darkov weaponry nowadays. Before the rod had even left Grave's hand its effects are completely nullified and with one swipe of her right hand the baton is cut into two and falls to the ground.
When she tunes her eyes back to where the mobster had been she sees nothing. "Ooh is that how you like it big boy." She begins to mock him even more. "As fun as that sounds, I'm not really the kind of girl that enjoys gang rape and bondage." Her tone is flirtatious and her expression is playful, but her intent is to kill.
The shadow bolt hits her like a powerful condensed ball of wind, it almost sends Beatrice to her knees. It didn't hurt as much, as it knocked the wind out of someone. Beatrice flinches hard but not enough to reveal a break in her defense. If that was all the mobster had, he was completely screwed. The blast as interesting as it had been, would be very easy to dodge the next time it came flying at her. Not only that but with him casting another shadow ball, he would reveal his location and within seconds be a pile of minced meat.
"Is that it love, its gonna take way more to satisfy a girl of my needs." Beatrice continues to mock the pathetic attempts of Jeremy.
When she tunes her eyes back to where the mobster had been she sees nothing. "Ooh is that how you like it big boy." She begins to mock him even more. "As fun as that sounds, I'm not really the kind of girl that enjoys gang rape and bondage." Her tone is flirtatious and her expression is playful, but her intent is to kill.
The shadow bolt hits her like a powerful condensed ball of wind, it almost sends Beatrice to her knees. It didn't hurt as much, as it knocked the wind out of someone. Beatrice flinches hard but not enough to reveal a break in her defense. If that was all the mobster had, he was completely screwed. The blast as interesting as it had been, would be very easy to dodge the next time it came flying at her. Not only that but with him casting another shadow ball, he would reveal his location and within seconds be a pile of minced meat.
"Is that it love, its gonna take way more to satisfy a girl of my needs." Beatrice continues to mock the pathetic attempts of Jeremy.
Cubey kept in mind of Lekan's earlier comment, now realizing the so called 'new captain' was the bad guy, his fear slowly shifting to anger as he grumbled aloud; "We should go beat up the new captain guy. If he's out for the count these minions would be running away.", as he stared puzzled at Quin's calmness to the whole situation, obviously puzzled on how she could keep her cool in such a chaotic environment, but was too nervous to ask.
After a few moments of staring, Cubey then heard his mollusk friend's order to take cover, complying so as he followed Deunan behind some crates, doing a quick but somewhat clumsy roll to them, and realizing how calm Lekan was as well, wondering if this is the way that warriors were supposed to act.
"I am 'Super Duper', I am 'Super Duper', I am 'Super Duper'.", he whispered to himself over and over, trying to steady his fear and anger at the villains swarming the ship.
Although he was about to protest to Lekan's plan of hiding, planing to retort that the beloved Rainbow Rangers never hide, unless horribly injured, he kept his mouth shut as he remembered he was also ordered to keep quiet, covering his mouth with his 'hands'. He was however enthralled at Lekan's process in constructing the drones, being wide-eyed and completely absorbed into watching the little robots and Lekan whispering his own private orders to them, no doubt. He was also cheerful as they fired in a surprise attack at the goon's surrounding at big alligator beastman and a strange looking horned and tailed woman with a colossal arm, giving a noisy cheer with a fist pump, before covering his mouth again. He quickly followed after the group staring in awe at the alligator man smashing his way through one of the blast doors, before turning his attention to Quin firing three shots at the bandit's as she hovered in mid air, to which Cubey began shouting to Quin; "Your really good at shooting stuff! And Lekan, your good at making drone things too! Your both so cool!", seeming to have forgotten being told to keep quiet, and for some reason decided to use his gravity powers to float alongside Lekan, looking as if he furiously was swimming in mid air, and giving the squid creature a bright grin.
"I can help too! Just tell me what to do Mr. boss man!", he giggled as he did his best to imitate a thumbs up with his hooved hands.
He also noticed Deunan's beam weapon, and floated back over to her to simply ask; "What kind of weapon is that Deunan? Hey wait, you can fight people to? Wow, your so super awesome!", as he chuckled again before bumping into a rubbish disposal chute, and scratching at his bumped head.
"Owwwww!", he cried out, being much more noisier than needed, as he continued running behind the group in a sulky fashion.
After a few moments of staring, Cubey then heard his mollusk friend's order to take cover, complying so as he followed Deunan behind some crates, doing a quick but somewhat clumsy roll to them, and realizing how calm Lekan was as well, wondering if this is the way that warriors were supposed to act.
"I am 'Super Duper', I am 'Super Duper', I am 'Super Duper'.", he whispered to himself over and over, trying to steady his fear and anger at the villains swarming the ship.
Although he was about to protest to Lekan's plan of hiding, planing to retort that the beloved Rainbow Rangers never hide, unless horribly injured, he kept his mouth shut as he remembered he was also ordered to keep quiet, covering his mouth with his 'hands'. He was however enthralled at Lekan's process in constructing the drones, being wide-eyed and completely absorbed into watching the little robots and Lekan whispering his own private orders to them, no doubt. He was also cheerful as they fired in a surprise attack at the goon's surrounding at big alligator beastman and a strange looking horned and tailed woman with a colossal arm, giving a noisy cheer with a fist pump, before covering his mouth again. He quickly followed after the group staring in awe at the alligator man smashing his way through one of the blast doors, before turning his attention to Quin firing three shots at the bandit's as she hovered in mid air, to which Cubey began shouting to Quin; "Your really good at shooting stuff! And Lekan, your good at making drone things too! Your both so cool!", seeming to have forgotten being told to keep quiet, and for some reason decided to use his gravity powers to float alongside Lekan, looking as if he furiously was swimming in mid air, and giving the squid creature a bright grin.
"I can help too! Just tell me what to do Mr. boss man!", he giggled as he did his best to imitate a thumbs up with his hooved hands.
He also noticed Deunan's beam weapon, and floated back over to her to simply ask; "What kind of weapon is that Deunan? Hey wait, you can fight people to? Wow, your so super awesome!", as he chuckled again before bumping into a rubbish disposal chute, and scratching at his bumped head.
"Owwwww!", he cried out, being much more noisier than needed, as he continued running behind the group in a sulky fashion.
Graves sighed softly as the rod was cut into two pieces, falling inert at Beatrice's feet. His shadow bolt didn't have much effect either. It may have winded her a bit, but even if it had done more, he was much too far to do anything at this point. Tossing the knife from hand to hand, he thumbed a button on a data pad attached to his wrist. A rumbling shook the ship, causing him to stumble slightly. To have felt it up here either meant it occurred close by or someone had destroyed something quite important.
Righting himself, he strolled over to where his gun lay, dropping the shadow cloak as he picked up the weapon. He began to cast shadow bolts in rapid succession towards Beatrice, retreating towards the view port.
"Now we both know how this would likely end, so it seems we are at an impasse. Please give my apologies to Boris for not being able to meet with him," Graves drawled. By this time, he had pressed himself against the glass of the bridge. "So without further ado, goodbye."
Twirling the knife, he slammed the point into the glass behind him, shattering the material and quick-stepped backwards off the ledge. Landing only a few feet below him on a waiting speeder, he saluted Beatrice as he flew off. As soon as they were out of sight of the bridge, Graves signaled the driver to put him down.
"Meet up with the rest, continue with the plan. I'll be staying here for a bit," Graves ordered. Nodding, the Beastman throttled the vehicle forward, heading off the Realta Nua to the waiting mafia ship. Cloaking himself once again, Graves began to stalk off towards the service corridors, planning to stow away for the rest of the trip.
Righting himself, he strolled over to where his gun lay, dropping the shadow cloak as he picked up the weapon. He began to cast shadow bolts in rapid succession towards Beatrice, retreating towards the view port.
"Now we both know how this would likely end, so it seems we are at an impasse. Please give my apologies to Boris for not being able to meet with him," Graves drawled. By this time, he had pressed himself against the glass of the bridge. "So without further ado, goodbye."
Twirling the knife, he slammed the point into the glass behind him, shattering the material and quick-stepped backwards off the ledge. Landing only a few feet below him on a waiting speeder, he saluted Beatrice as he flew off. As soon as they were out of sight of the bridge, Graves signaled the driver to put him down.
"Meet up with the rest, continue with the plan. I'll be staying here for a bit," Graves ordered. Nodding, the Beastman throttled the vehicle forward, heading off the Realta Nua to the waiting mafia ship. Cloaking himself once again, Graves began to stalk off towards the service corridors, planning to stow away for the rest of the trip.
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Ciril's metal coils reverted to their original position around his legs, and he replaced his sunglasses. K2's mood was so changeable so fast it was... almost fascinating. "Are we done here?" he asked civilly, approving of the apology on both sides yet still realizing that they were both after very different goals. He would not be surprised if in the future, he would be assigned to specifically stop Byatis as a mission. But until that day came, it was none of his business. Ciril checked his communicator for new messages and looked up in alarm at what he saw. "Well that's problematic." he said in a flat tone. He glanced at Clockwork to signal him that something was wrong.
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While he did not consider himself to be an inherently brave individual, Lekan was indeed feeling a lot more confident despite the invasion on the ship. Quin's presence gave him the peace of mind needed to refrain from panicking, and the confidence both Deunan and Cubey had in his ability as a leader did wonders for his self-esteem. He was prepared to lead them, although not directly towards the enemy. Mosa and that new friend of his were doing a good enough job of that without needing any additional help. The colossal Beastman was breaking through a blast door to what Lekan guessed might have been somewhere near the engine room, given that it was towards the aft end of the ship.
Lekan quickly looked around for an access point to the lower decks. The drones, having finished their attack on the mob, broke off and returned to their creator. The corridors of the lower decks were a better option than staying out in the open, and there was probably a service tunnel or two that led to the engine room so they could probably attack from another angle and help Mosa out if he needed it. Taking a corridor that leaded to the aft section, Lekan rounded a corner to see something he didn't expect to see.
A small group of raiders lay dead, probably having made their way down during the chaos. The surprising part, however, was who had vanquished them. Up ahead was a group of scruffy-looking Ondari with several Wardens, Ondari-built combat synthetics. Although Wardens were humanoid in shape, they stood somewhat taller than a human, and their design veered towards looking almost organic in nature, similar to an insectoid in some ways. The group turned to face these newcomers, expecting a fight, but one of the Ondari pushed past them.
"Didn't expect to see you two down 'ere," he said. Lekan and Quin would have been able to recognise the voice as that of the same Ondari they encountered in the repair bay. Without a torch being shone in their faces, they were able to get a good look at him this time. He appeared to be somewhat smaller than Lekan and had orange skin with a dark mottled pattern. "Who're those other two? Friends of yours?"
"I suppose you could say that, yes," replied Lekan. "What about you, though? What happened here?" The other Ondari quickly looked around before speaking. "With all that din we figured we'd probably end up jumping ship a lot earlier than we planned, so me and the lads set about securing an escape route. This lot got the jump on us. Killed Uran, the bastards." He gestured towards the corpse of another Ondari being carefully picked up by one of the Wardens, seemingly unwilling to leave the dead behind. "Listen, drones or no drones, you'd probably be better off with a weapon. You can take Uran's bracers. He... won't be needing 'em anymore." Lekan nodded understandingly and put them on his main arms. One had a built-in laser and the other had a personal energy shield, although the latter had been damaged in the fight. Some quick field repairs later and it was working again. "I think the rest of them might be in the engine room in the aft section," Lekan told the Ondari. "We could use your help."
"Normally I'd be saying no, but seeing how we already lost an Ondari I ain't about to see another get sent to an early grave." He gave a few gestures to his group, and they began marching aftwards, Wardens in front, with the flesh-and-blood Ondari bringing up the rear. "Time for a little payback..."
Lekan quickly looked around for an access point to the lower decks. The drones, having finished their attack on the mob, broke off and returned to their creator. The corridors of the lower decks were a better option than staying out in the open, and there was probably a service tunnel or two that led to the engine room so they could probably attack from another angle and help Mosa out if he needed it. Taking a corridor that leaded to the aft section, Lekan rounded a corner to see something he didn't expect to see.
A small group of raiders lay dead, probably having made their way down during the chaos. The surprising part, however, was who had vanquished them. Up ahead was a group of scruffy-looking Ondari with several Wardens, Ondari-built combat synthetics. Although Wardens were humanoid in shape, they stood somewhat taller than a human, and their design veered towards looking almost organic in nature, similar to an insectoid in some ways. The group turned to face these newcomers, expecting a fight, but one of the Ondari pushed past them.
"Didn't expect to see you two down 'ere," he said. Lekan and Quin would have been able to recognise the voice as that of the same Ondari they encountered in the repair bay. Without a torch being shone in their faces, they were able to get a good look at him this time. He appeared to be somewhat smaller than Lekan and had orange skin with a dark mottled pattern. "Who're those other two? Friends of yours?"
"I suppose you could say that, yes," replied Lekan. "What about you, though? What happened here?" The other Ondari quickly looked around before speaking. "With all that din we figured we'd probably end up jumping ship a lot earlier than we planned, so me and the lads set about securing an escape route. This lot got the jump on us. Killed Uran, the bastards." He gestured towards the corpse of another Ondari being carefully picked up by one of the Wardens, seemingly unwilling to leave the dead behind. "Listen, drones or no drones, you'd probably be better off with a weapon. You can take Uran's bracers. He... won't be needing 'em anymore." Lekan nodded understandingly and put them on his main arms. One had a built-in laser and the other had a personal energy shield, although the latter had been damaged in the fight. Some quick field repairs later and it was working again. "I think the rest of them might be in the engine room in the aft section," Lekan told the Ondari. "We could use your help."
"Normally I'd be saying no, but seeing how we already lost an Ondari I ain't about to see another get sent to an early grave." He gave a few gestures to his group, and they began marching aftwards, Wardens in front, with the flesh-and-blood Ondari bringing up the rear. "Time for a little payback..."
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Clockwork continued listening, nodding at Byatis' arguement, seemingly agreeing. He looked at K2, noticing the look of despair in his eyes, and made a mental note to talk with him later. Maybe have him go along for a panty raid or two. 'Keeton'. So that was his name. Always figured 'K2' was a bit....synthetic, Clockwork thought. Seeing Byatis roll on his back, Clockwork couldn't help but whisper, in an attempt to lighten the mood again, "....Byatis, that's....strangely adorable." He paused. "err, the rolling I mean, not the killing.", he nervously clarified.
Clockwork turned to Ciril. "What is it?", he asked calmly...until he checked his own built-in communicator, and gasped. "The ship!!" He immediately spun, and ran to the exit. He may be a lazy protector, but he still was a protector. He couldn't just let an entire ship full of people die.
Darkstar spoke again in Byatis' head, with a surprising hint of excitement in his tone. "Byatis! Change of plans! Anguirre Knight is inside the Realta Nua right now. This is our chance. Finish the contract!"
As Clockwork hopped out of the cave, he was suddenly struck by weird..images in his head. A screeching noise in the background. Everything went black and white. A tall, middle-aged man with a noble bearing, his terminally ill wife, and a young child in their hands. A loving smile in the wife's face, a condescending one in the man's. Other images flashed. Clocks ticking. Gears spinning. The screeching noise evolved into a wild screaming, and-
"GAH!" Clockwork cried out in an uncanny, human like way as he tripped and landed face first on the sand. What was that all about? He...never had that happened before. Was it because of the drinking last night?
Clockwork turned to Ciril. "What is it?", he asked calmly...until he checked his own built-in communicator, and gasped. "The ship!!" He immediately spun, and ran to the exit. He may be a lazy protector, but he still was a protector. He couldn't just let an entire ship full of people die.
Darkstar spoke again in Byatis' head, with a surprising hint of excitement in his tone. "Byatis! Change of plans! Anguirre Knight is inside the Realta Nua right now. This is our chance. Finish the contract!"
As Clockwork hopped out of the cave, he was suddenly struck by weird..images in his head. A screeching noise in the background. Everything went black and white. A tall, middle-aged man with a noble bearing, his terminally ill wife, and a young child in their hands. A loving smile in the wife's face, a condescending one in the man's. Other images flashed. Clocks ticking. Gears spinning. The screeching noise evolved into a wild screaming, and-
"GAH!" Clockwork cried out in an uncanny, human like way as he tripped and landed face first on the sand. What was that all about? He...never had that happened before. Was it because of the drinking last night?
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Mosa raised his head as he heard hostages being gunned down, and he growled. He saw this as a sign of cowardice. Typical of bandits, he thought. Then, he heard a loud, rumbling noise. Before he could react, he saw Ophelia moving quick as a flash, a chunk of the blast door behind her. He was then knocked down by the flying blast door, causing him to let out a grunt. He looked up at Ophelia with wide eyes as the orange flames of the explosion bursted towards them. Everything was shaking. They could hear the corpses being incinerated nearby. Mosa squinted from the intense light, but did not keep her eyes off Ophelia. Mosa held on to the ground tightly as Ophelia was knocked towards him. Even with the blast door, the enormous Mosa could feel the fire as well, his blue skin charred and sizzling from the heat. He leaned slightly forward to help Ophelia hold the door while grunting more, as the fires reached its climax.
Finally, it was over. Everything went black again. The smell of burnt flesh filled the air. Outside, they could hear the alarms blare. Mosa huffed and puffed, slouching on the ground while still looking at Ophelia. He was grateful to her. Even with his own impressive durability and hardiness, he would not have been able to survive that explosion without without her. At least not without some life crippling injuries.
"Ophelia....you..okay...?", Mosa asked with concern as he continued to recover. He winced as he stood up. "Ow..." His previously smooth skin have been battered, bruised, and burnt. He shook his head and coughed as the unbearable smell of burnt meat and ash fillled the air. "Yelch. Reminds Mosa of uncle's terrible cooking...Ouch...."
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"Fortify! Yes!!", Vlad shouted in agreement with Gelon. Before they could do anything else, though, they hear a loud crash.....and thick rubble fell towards Gelon. Ridley turned and instinctively tackled the one-armed mercenary out of the way and to the wall, as wood and metal fell on him. "GAH!" He wriggled and wormed, and struggled to free himself from the wreck.
Vlad looked up and hissed. Megahertz stepped back, her tentacles coiling around her hair tightly. "Cazadore...!", she whispered, terrified.
Above, a loud roar. Bright green eyes, scarlet mane. Two enormous, lion-like Greater Beasts loom over the hole in the ceiling. Their long canines like greatswords, their jet black claws like daggers.
Cazadores. These Greater Beasts would not just follow anyone. One of the King Amongst Flames descended into the house. Just one of them was large enough to fit the entire fist floor. A heavy thud followed. With a loud, ferocious roar, the first Cazadofe spun in place, using its long tail as a powerful whip, knocking Sentinel, Vlad, Gelon, and Ridley through the walls - and out of the house.
"Gah!!!!", Vlad shouted out as she broke through the wall and skidded across the streets outside. She struggled to recover her vision as she stood up. She could see the second Cazadore on the roof, as it turned to its side, crouched, and blasted a fireball towards her. Luckily, she rolled out of the way just as it demolished the part of the street she was laying on.
Ridley rolled like a ragdoll out of the house. Dust and ash fell on top of him. This was going to be a pain in the ass.
Megahertz, who was still in the house, looked around desperately. "Shitshitshit! Gotta find a hiding spot!", she whispered in panic, as the first Cazadore hunted for her.
Suddenly, they hear the alarm blaring throughout the entire ship. A low, rumbling noise could be heard throughout the ship.
"...Could this day get any worse?", Ridley whispered, deadpan.
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Quin remained expressionless as Cubey complemented her, while Deunan giggled and blushed. "Aww, shucks! It's a beam charger and-" She stared at Cubey, baffled when he suddenly cried out. She just gave him a patient smile, still finding his hyperactiveness too endearing to scold.
Deunan gasped when she saw the bodies of the bandits at the end of the corridorr, and then covered her mouth with one hand when she saw the group of Ondari and the Wardens. "Wow!!" She looked on in wonder, thinking they were quite cool. Quin stared on without a comment.
"Hi hi I'm Deunan!", she smiled at the orange Ondari and waved cheerfully.
Quin turned around immediately and followed the Wardens and Ondari, inspecting their formation with mild enthusiasm. Deunan accompanied the wardens on the front. She looked around seriously and carefully. It seemed like the fighting's finally starting to die down.
Of course, things couldn't be over so easily. An ominous noise was heard, followed by the loud blaring of the alarm.
"I don't like the sound of that...", Deunan whispered with concern.
Out of nowhere, they heard a loud, girly shriek. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"
From the park, they could see a red headed human running away....from a Cazadore ten times his size. It was amazing that he wasn't eaten yet, Quin thought.
"BROTHER?!!",Deunan suddenly shouted and impulsively ran, breaking formation from the group.
Ozma heard and looked at Deunan as he ran. "DEUNAN!!", he shouted in embarassment. "HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!!!!!!!!!!!"
Finally, it was over. Everything went black again. The smell of burnt flesh filled the air. Outside, they could hear the alarms blare. Mosa huffed and puffed, slouching on the ground while still looking at Ophelia. He was grateful to her. Even with his own impressive durability and hardiness, he would not have been able to survive that explosion without without her. At least not without some life crippling injuries.
"Ophelia....you..okay...?", Mosa asked with concern as he continued to recover. He winced as he stood up. "Ow..." His previously smooth skin have been battered, bruised, and burnt. He shook his head and coughed as the unbearable smell of burnt meat and ash fillled the air. "Yelch. Reminds Mosa of uncle's terrible cooking...Ouch...."
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"Fortify! Yes!!", Vlad shouted in agreement with Gelon. Before they could do anything else, though, they hear a loud crash.....and thick rubble fell towards Gelon. Ridley turned and instinctively tackled the one-armed mercenary out of the way and to the wall, as wood and metal fell on him. "GAH!" He wriggled and wormed, and struggled to free himself from the wreck.
Vlad looked up and hissed. Megahertz stepped back, her tentacles coiling around her hair tightly. "Cazadore...!", she whispered, terrified.
Above, a loud roar. Bright green eyes, scarlet mane. Two enormous, lion-like Greater Beasts loom over the hole in the ceiling. Their long canines like greatswords, their jet black claws like daggers.
Cazadores. These Greater Beasts would not just follow anyone. One of the King Amongst Flames descended into the house. Just one of them was large enough to fit the entire fist floor. A heavy thud followed. With a loud, ferocious roar, the first Cazadofe spun in place, using its long tail as a powerful whip, knocking Sentinel, Vlad, Gelon, and Ridley through the walls - and out of the house.
"Gah!!!!", Vlad shouted out as she broke through the wall and skidded across the streets outside. She struggled to recover her vision as she stood up. She could see the second Cazadore on the roof, as it turned to its side, crouched, and blasted a fireball towards her. Luckily, she rolled out of the way just as it demolished the part of the street she was laying on.
Ridley rolled like a ragdoll out of the house. Dust and ash fell on top of him. This was going to be a pain in the ass.
Megahertz, who was still in the house, looked around desperately. "Shitshitshit! Gotta find a hiding spot!", she whispered in panic, as the first Cazadore hunted for her.
Suddenly, they hear the alarm blaring throughout the entire ship. A low, rumbling noise could be heard throughout the ship.
"...Could this day get any worse?", Ridley whispered, deadpan.
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Quin remained expressionless as Cubey complemented her, while Deunan giggled and blushed. "Aww, shucks! It's a beam charger and-" She stared at Cubey, baffled when he suddenly cried out. She just gave him a patient smile, still finding his hyperactiveness too endearing to scold.
Deunan gasped when she saw the bodies of the bandits at the end of the corridorr, and then covered her mouth with one hand when she saw the group of Ondari and the Wardens. "Wow!!" She looked on in wonder, thinking they were quite cool. Quin stared on without a comment.
"Hi hi I'm Deunan!", she smiled at the orange Ondari and waved cheerfully.
Quin turned around immediately and followed the Wardens and Ondari, inspecting their formation with mild enthusiasm. Deunan accompanied the wardens on the front. She looked around seriously and carefully. It seemed like the fighting's finally starting to die down.
Of course, things couldn't be over so easily. An ominous noise was heard, followed by the loud blaring of the alarm.
"I don't like the sound of that...", Deunan whispered with concern.
Out of nowhere, they heard a loud, girly shriek. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"
From the park, they could see a red headed human running away....from a Cazadore ten times his size. It was amazing that he wasn't eaten yet, Quin thought.
"BROTHER?!!",Deunan suddenly shouted and impulsively ran, breaking formation from the group.
Ozma heard and looked at Deunan as he ran. "DEUNAN!!", he shouted in embarassment. "HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!!!!!!!!!!!"
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Byatis watched Keeton extend his hand out to him. He smiled as he rolled back onto his feet, wagging his tail. "Any that's all I can ever ask for, K2" With that, Byatis carefully shook K2's hand. His understandably way bigger than K2's. There was no tenseness in Byatis's grip, though the texture was hard to describe. He let go and stood up tall, perked up from Darkstar's sudden new orders. Before Byatis could think of an excuse to leave the group, Clockwork and Ciril piped up. "The ship?? What's happening at the ship? Whatever it is, w-we better hurry up!" With that, Byatis followed after them to the cliff side. Byatis noticed Clockwork have an episode out of nowhere. "Uh..dude, uh..you okay?" Byatis looked back at the horizon. He could still see the Realta Nua in the distance in once piece. "I'll see you guys there I guess! I know you don't want me tainting your hoverbikes or...whatever." Byatis paused to look at them briefly before he propped up on all fours and began to gallop along the winding sand towards the Realta Nua.
He thought to Darkstar. "Right, I'm on route. What the heck is going on in the ship? Is something wrong??"
He thought to Darkstar. "Right, I'm on route. What the heck is going on in the ship? Is something wrong??"
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Ophelia wiped off small embers on her sleeve, and took a moment to catch her breath. She looked over to Mosa as he approached, showing genuine concern for her. He was burnt and bleeding but by the way he composed himself, it seemed he was used to it. "...I'm fine...you?" She asked before letting out a cough or two. Eventually she stood up straight, stretching herself out. Mosa could see she was in pain when she did. Ophelia looked around and surveyed the damage. Fire was everywhere in the engine block, and the smoke was collecting fast. Mosa's comment about cooking went right over her head. "We should get out of here before we choke." She ordered before walking back to the open streets. She didn't have to look back, she knew Mosa would follow. The bandit activity seemed to be..less than before. But in the distance she could hear various roaring of beasts. Nothing close by, however. So she took the moment to catch her breath.
Ophelia's gaze softened a bit. There was only one thing she's had on her mind ever since she escaped the labs a while ago. Revenge. Not just revenge for who did this to her, that was solved. Revenge for the one person she ever called friend once in her life that ultimatly betrayed her. But, now that she was 'free', she had no idea where to begin looking. For years she pictured this linear road with no interruptions but, now that she was out into the world... the path wasn't as narrow as she thought. And she just felt lost. "I don't know what to do.." She said quietly to herself.
Ophelia's gaze softened a bit. There was only one thing she's had on her mind ever since she escaped the labs a while ago. Revenge. Not just revenge for who did this to her, that was solved. Revenge for the one person she ever called friend once in her life that ultimatly betrayed her. But, now that she was 'free', she had no idea where to begin looking. For years she pictured this linear road with no interruptions but, now that she was out into the world... the path wasn't as narrow as she thought. And she just felt lost. "I don't know what to do.." She said quietly to herself.
Gelon hit the wall hard and groan in pain "fuck that hurts...oh god" he said as he watched the Cazadores and was hit by the tail. he tried to grab on to not be swung out of the building, if he lost grip even for a second he was a deadman cause he was still broken "fucking hell!" he said as he tried to hold on with all his might that he had left "those beasts sure know when to pick the wrong time" he said as the tail swung back towards megahertz "MEGAHERTZ BRACE YOURSELF!" he yelled to her as he let go and was swung to her to tackle her into Vlad's room
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(I really should double check the post location after refreshing a page)
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The rumbling grew exponentially louder, heralding something of great proportion. Dust fell out of hidden portions of the house, creating a haze of glittering particles in the air. The rumbling diminished, appearing to almost cease. It was an illusion. A smashing sound came from the ceiling, registered almost immediately by his sensors. Ridley tackled Gelon carrying him out of danger. On the roof stood two creatures he had never seen before, only heard of in tales of the greatest battles between the Napishtim Federation and Beastman Empire.
The Cazadores.
Sighing as only a tired synthetic robot could sigh, Sentinel simply let himself be smashed out of the house by the tail of the beast. Smashing through the wall, he landed near the edge of the terrace overlooking the rest of the ship. Apathy had seized him for the moment. He didn't care much about dying, nor about the other's dying. Except for Megahertz. This started him as he flew through the air.
Twisting, he landed on his feet, digging grooves into the street. Snapping his gaze back to the house, he saw Gelon swinging on the tail of one Cazadore before launching himself off the beast, tackling Megahertz into a nearby room out of his sight. Normally, Sentinel would have remained impassive in the face of such danger, operating only to remove the threat as efficiently as possible. Considerations for safety were not something to be taken. With the changing of his fundamental coding, however, the response this time was much different.
Sentinel's visor took on a red tone, glowing sharply as the intensity of the back lights increased. Viewing the world through a red haze, he was seized by rage, a burning desire to destroy those threatening his charges. Smoke began to waft from the gaps in his armor, small spark accompanying the plumes. Crackling noises rang out, penetrating the sounds of combat through their sheer power. Air around Sentinel began to warp as his telekinetic module was overcharged, pushed far past its limits. His reactor could not keep up with the strain, draining itself in an attempt to sustain Sentinel's systems. It would last as long as he needed.
Arcs of lightning bolted out from his body, contorting the air even more. He rose, coming level with the the Cazadore on the roof. Locking gazes with the creature, he stared for a second before a keening wail burst from his body. "I am the storm," he whispered. Extending his blades, he charged the two Greater Beasts. He was Sentinel, the Iron Knight. They would know his wrath.
The Cazadores.
Sighing as only a tired synthetic robot could sigh, Sentinel simply let himself be smashed out of the house by the tail of the beast. Smashing through the wall, he landed near the edge of the terrace overlooking the rest of the ship. Apathy had seized him for the moment. He didn't care much about dying, nor about the other's dying. Except for Megahertz. This started him as he flew through the air.
Twisting, he landed on his feet, digging grooves into the street. Snapping his gaze back to the house, he saw Gelon swinging on the tail of one Cazadore before launching himself off the beast, tackling Megahertz into a nearby room out of his sight. Normally, Sentinel would have remained impassive in the face of such danger, operating only to remove the threat as efficiently as possible. Considerations for safety were not something to be taken. With the changing of his fundamental coding, however, the response this time was much different.
Sentinel's visor took on a red tone, glowing sharply as the intensity of the back lights increased. Viewing the world through a red haze, he was seized by rage, a burning desire to destroy those threatening his charges. Smoke began to waft from the gaps in his armor, small spark accompanying the plumes. Crackling noises rang out, penetrating the sounds of combat through their sheer power. Air around Sentinel began to warp as his telekinetic module was overcharged, pushed far past its limits. His reactor could not keep up with the strain, draining itself in an attempt to sustain Sentinel's systems. It would last as long as he needed.
Arcs of lightning bolted out from his body, contorting the air even more. He rose, coming level with the the Cazadore on the roof. Locking gazes with the creature, he stared for a second before a keening wail burst from his body. "I am the storm," he whispered. Extending his blades, he charged the two Greater Beasts. He was Sentinel, the Iron Knight. They would know his wrath.
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Keeton felt happy, but also distraught. He hated being wrong, but he loved making friends. This was only his second one! He shook the hand of the beast and in his eyes he saw a true compatriot, surely Byatis and Keeton would have adventures in the near future.
Keeton stays in a trance-like state as the other three start panicking and screaming "ship!" As soon as Keeton gets back on the Nua he plans to drink... a lot. But for the time being it seems as if he needs to get back to the ship first. The three exit the cave, when suddenly Clockwork has a "fit". He shrieks, which is highly unusual of a synthetic, and then falls to the ground. Keeton breaks out of the trance, and kneels down on the ground to help his friend up. "Maybe you need to stop drinking my friend." Keeton says in an effort to get clocks to laugh.
When they reach the bikes, Keeton the only one not knowing about the eminent danger lurking beyond the barren desert, slowly makes his way onto the hover cycle and is the last one to blast off into the distance towards the Nua. By this time he will not reach Ciril and Clockwork in time to rendezvous at the hangar.
Keeton stays in a trance-like state as the other three start panicking and screaming "ship!" As soon as Keeton gets back on the Nua he plans to drink... a lot. But for the time being it seems as if he needs to get back to the ship first. The three exit the cave, when suddenly Clockwork has a "fit". He shrieks, which is highly unusual of a synthetic, and then falls to the ground. Keeton breaks out of the trance, and kneels down on the ground to help his friend up. "Maybe you need to stop drinking my friend." Keeton says in an effort to get clocks to laugh.
When they reach the bikes, Keeton the only one not knowing about the eminent danger lurking beyond the barren desert, slowly makes his way onto the hover cycle and is the last one to blast off into the distance towards the Nua. By this time he will not reach Ciril and Clockwork in time to rendezvous at the hangar.
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Ciril turned swiftly to run after Clockwork, also intent on stopping the calamity if at all possible and happy this unpleasant business with Byatis was over.. He noticed K2 had fallen behind and for a moment felt a twinge, still wanting to keep an eye on him. Was it distrust? The assumption that he would get into trouble again... or losing sight of a valuable lead? .... he forced himself not to look back more than once. He couldn't afford to get attached.
Across the desert and back to the hangar, Ciril and Clockwork rocketed. "Do you have a plan?" The Snek yelled over the engines to Clockwork, regretting it as wisps of sand sprayed into his mouth.
Across the desert and back to the hangar, Ciril and Clockwork rocketed. "Do you have a plan?" The Snek yelled over the engines to Clockwork, regretting it as wisps of sand sprayed into his mouth.
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(Gelon is not actually here sorry!)
The floor begins to shake under Beatrice's feet, almost making her topple over, but not quite. Had the mobster done this as some sort of last resort? Graves finally reveals himself, and seems to be heading towards the broken gun. Beatrice knows an opening when she sees one, she slowly starts maneuvering through the shadow bolts. She never breaks her defense till she gets to Graves backed up against a glass wall. Now was her time to strike, she readies to pounce on her prey. "Any last words, before I completely destroy you." She says producing a sadistic smile and a lust for his demise. The plasma glows with such intensity that the room illuminates neon green around them, almost as if the blades thirst for Jeremy's blood. So caught up in the moment, Beatrice doesn't account for Grave's next move shattering the glass and falling. Surely he was not dead, but the problem at least for now was taken care of.
Beatrice walks back into the room Boris is accompanying, "The target has escaped, shall I pursue?"
The floor begins to shake under Beatrice's feet, almost making her topple over, but not quite. Had the mobster done this as some sort of last resort? Graves finally reveals himself, and seems to be heading towards the broken gun. Beatrice knows an opening when she sees one, she slowly starts maneuvering through the shadow bolts. She never breaks her defense till she gets to Graves backed up against a glass wall. Now was her time to strike, she readies to pounce on her prey. "Any last words, before I completely destroy you." She says producing a sadistic smile and a lust for his demise. The plasma glows with such intensity that the room illuminates neon green around them, almost as if the blades thirst for Jeremy's blood. So caught up in the moment, Beatrice doesn't account for Grave's next move shattering the glass and falling. Surely he was not dead, but the problem at least for now was taken care of.
Beatrice walks back into the room Boris is accompanying, "The target has escaped, shall I pursue?"
As Cubey continued to plod after the group, and giving the drones a quick wave as they returned to Lekan's side, he found themselves being lead into a corridor which lead to a a group of synthetic warriors known as Wardens and an orange Ondari, the same species as Lekan, and the bodies of a number of defeated raiders, to which Cubey whistled in obviously impressed fashion, exclaiming; "Oooooh, orange squidy has lots of bug friends!!Hello orange squidy and his bug friends!", seeming surprisingly unphased by the bodies around them, despite the smell of death easily nauseating him due to his acute sense of smell.
"And i'm the 'Super Duper' Cubey!" he introduced himself after when Deunan did.
The child-brained beastman was met with surprise at it seemed this new stranger had met Lekan and Quin before, though instead of commenting he decided to opt out of talking for once, as it seemed the conversation between the two squids was important. The cheer in Cubey's face pretty much poured out when he heard the strangers friend was murdered during an attack by the raiders, tearing up as he saw one the Wardens carrying the dead Ondari in his arms, giving the orange Ondari and the recently mention Warden a sympathetic look as Lekan took the bracers. Cubey was beginning to like this ship less and less, as well as hate whoever this new captain was more and more. Cubey really didn't understand how Quin could keep so calm, he had after all flung through at least four diffrent emotions when he boarded. Maybe she was a robot.
When he heard his words, Cubey nodded along to Lekan's comment, adding on; "Don't worry Mr. Squidy, were gonna make the dumb stupid evil smelly bad guys wish they were dead!", his voice taking a darker tone than usual as he followed along after the group, angry tears in his eyes.
As he began wandering at the rear of the group, Cubey suddenly had the mental struggle in deciding to hand his signed juice box to the Ondari. It might make him feel better on one hand, but on the other hand Cubey really hated sharing. Extremely hated it. To an almost ridiculous extent one might say. Before he could mull it over for any much longer however, there was an ominous sound coming from down the corridor ahead, along with blaring alarms that made Cubey's ears hurt, whimpering in agreement to Deunan's comment. He jumped a bit when heard a high pitched scream, followed by a young man being chased by a colossal Cazdore, which the very sight of it also caused Cubey to scream the same way. His fear turned into utter surprise as it was revealed the man was in fact Deunan's brother of all people, which left the cubic giraffe blinking in disbelief, before snapping out of the trance when he realized both the newcomer and Deunan were in trouble.
"Time to be 'Super Duper'!", he announced as he began levitating in the air once again, furiously 'swimming' over to above the beast, readying himself to change his gravity at a moments notice, cockily shouting; "Ha! Bad Kitty! Cubey's gonna beat you up for being a big old meanie!"
"And i'm the 'Super Duper' Cubey!" he introduced himself after when Deunan did.
The child-brained beastman was met with surprise at it seemed this new stranger had met Lekan and Quin before, though instead of commenting he decided to opt out of talking for once, as it seemed the conversation between the two squids was important. The cheer in Cubey's face pretty much poured out when he heard the strangers friend was murdered during an attack by the raiders, tearing up as he saw one the Wardens carrying the dead Ondari in his arms, giving the orange Ondari and the recently mention Warden a sympathetic look as Lekan took the bracers. Cubey was beginning to like this ship less and less, as well as hate whoever this new captain was more and more. Cubey really didn't understand how Quin could keep so calm, he had after all flung through at least four diffrent emotions when he boarded. Maybe she was a robot.
When he heard his words, Cubey nodded along to Lekan's comment, adding on; "Don't worry Mr. Squidy, were gonna make the dumb stupid evil smelly bad guys wish they were dead!", his voice taking a darker tone than usual as he followed along after the group, angry tears in his eyes.
As he began wandering at the rear of the group, Cubey suddenly had the mental struggle in deciding to hand his signed juice box to the Ondari. It might make him feel better on one hand, but on the other hand Cubey really hated sharing. Extremely hated it. To an almost ridiculous extent one might say. Before he could mull it over for any much longer however, there was an ominous sound coming from down the corridor ahead, along with blaring alarms that made Cubey's ears hurt, whimpering in agreement to Deunan's comment. He jumped a bit when heard a high pitched scream, followed by a young man being chased by a colossal Cazdore, which the very sight of it also caused Cubey to scream the same way. His fear turned into utter surprise as it was revealed the man was in fact Deunan's brother of all people, which left the cubic giraffe blinking in disbelief, before snapping out of the trance when he realized both the newcomer and Deunan were in trouble.
"Time to be 'Super Duper'!", he announced as he began levitating in the air once again, furiously 'swimming' over to above the beast, readying himself to change his gravity at a moments notice, cockily shouting; "Ha! Bad Kitty! Cubey's gonna beat you up for being a big old meanie!"
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Clockwork's vision was still filled with static as he rolled on his back and looked up at Byatis, and then K2. He shook his head multiple times, his comrades' voices coming out as garbles in his head. His gaze tracked Byatis until he disappeared into the distance, and he chuckled at K2's statement. "Hehehe..maybe. I wasn't built for that anyways.", he said lightly.
Clockwork reached the bikes alongside Ciril, and immediately sped towards the Realta Nua, quite eager and concerned....as he saw the starboard side of the ship's underbelly exploding and catching fire. It was quite a testament to Drakov's "spare no expenses" policy that the ship hadn't crashed to the ground yet with one engine obliterated.
His bike's roaring engines could not distract Clockwork from his thoughts about the 'fit'. What was that? That never happened before. The images seemed so clear, so familiar.....
Darkstar's deep, synthesized voice entered Byatis' head again. "Mafia raid. Launched by Jeremy Graves." Byatis was 'shown' Graves' Napishtim Federation profile, complete with a turnaround 3D record with various details and informations. "Anguirre Knight and the Protector's Alliance sent to neutralize the situation. Various adventurers fighting back. Situation: 'clusterfuck.' ", Darkstar exposited in complete deadpan.
Clockwork reached the bikes alongside Ciril, and immediately sped towards the Realta Nua, quite eager and concerned....as he saw the starboard side of the ship's underbelly exploding and catching fire. It was quite a testament to Drakov's "spare no expenses" policy that the ship hadn't crashed to the ground yet with one engine obliterated.
His bike's roaring engines could not distract Clockwork from his thoughts about the 'fit'. What was that? That never happened before. The images seemed so clear, so familiar.....
Darkstar's deep, synthesized voice entered Byatis' head again. "Mafia raid. Launched by Jeremy Graves." Byatis was 'shown' Graves' Napishtim Federation profile, complete with a turnaround 3D record with various details and informations. "Anguirre Knight and the Protector's Alliance sent to neutralize the situation. Various adventurers fighting back. Situation: 'clusterfuck.' ", Darkstar exposited in complete deadpan.
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Mosa scoffed and shook his head at Ophelia's question. "Ha! Puny explosion no match for Manly Mosa!", he boasted, before beating his chest once with his right fist. Mosa coughed and sniffled, nodding at Ophelia's statement. "Da!....Da..." He followed her out. When he noticed her stopping, he slowed down his walk, and then halted as he stood next to her, surveying the area as well. Mosa glanced at Ophelia when he overheard her talking to herself. He directed his gaze forward again as he heard a girly shriek coming from not too far away, and stayed quiet to think for a moment.
Eventually, he asked her with a confident smile, "Well, what DO you want to do?"
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Megahertz looked at Gelon, wide-eyed. "W-WHAT-" Before she could even complete her words, she was tackled by Gelon through the wall, and on to the bed in Vlad's room. She howled in pain from the impact, and they could hear the rubble falling behind them....and attracting the first Cazadore's attention.
"Ow..ow..Gelon, p-please get off...", Megahertz whispered politely with Gelon's on top of her. Vlad's room was filled with various skulls, bones, weapons, and other mementos from her bounty hunting life.
They could hear the Cazadore growling, as it slowly crawled towards Vlad's room, its eyes focused on the Gelon-shaped hole on the wall. As it was about to leap, Ridley suddenly smashed through the wall from the outside, and held up his shield to hold back the Cazadore's fangs. The strong beast pushed him forward and forced ridley's feet to drag along the floor. "HNGH!"
The Cazadore's eyes narrowed as it thrashed its head left and right, trying to throw Ridley out of the way, and his shield out of its mouth. However, Ridley rapidly generated ice around his legs to glue his feet to the ground, resisting the incredibly strong Cazadore as best as he can. "Gelon! You - better...do something-" Ridley grunted as cracks appear on the ice around his feet. "-FAST!", he shouted
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The second Cazadore stood tall and proud, proper for the king amongst flames, as it glared at Sentinel. Responding to his whisper, the second Cazadore lets out a mighty roar, as orange embers were generated from its mane, an its jet-black claws turning orange from the intense heat it controlled.
The second Cazadore leaped off the roof and tackled Sentinel, its absolutely enormous body dwarfing the iron knight. Even as lightning assaults its body, it did not budge, forcing Sentinel towards the ground, and across the street. Cracks and burn marks appear on the gray streets, and rubble scatter behind them alongside the embers. As they skid across the street, the Cazadore stepped back from Sentinel, staggering from his electricity. But it did not step back too far. Not giving Sentinel too much time to recover, it glared at him with those burning green eyes, and quickly 'chomped' into the air, creating a clanking noise as its fangs batter each other - and caused a spark which, in turn, created a chain reaction of explosions to the embers around them. A hundred miniaturized explosions - one for each embers- occur around the lion and the synthetic, making it practically impossible to dodge. Even the lion seemed to be harmed by this attack, as it roared out in pain an swished its tail, accidentally smashing a lamp post in half behind it.
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Boris had not moved an inch from the moment Graves entered the room, still clasping his hands in front of his smirking face. He took a few moments to consider Beatrice's question.
"No, let him be. He has made me quite.....curious.", Boris said in an amused tone. "Perhaps you can help me with a cup of tea, instead."
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Cubey's voice almost immediately attracted the attention of the Cazadore, distracting it as it tried to swipe at Ozma, causing it to miss - and allowing Deunan to tackle her brother out of the way. An enormous gash was left on the ground. Deunan and Ozma rolled across the ground, both of them grunting, Ozma whimpering.
The Cazadore roared at Cubey, smoke hissing out of its nostrills. Cracking its whip-like tail as a taunt, it took a deep breath, and blasted a loud, big, burning fireball towards the cubic giraffe, with a sound not unlike cannon fire. It then looked to the side, noticing the group of Ondari, Wardens, and Quin. Gripping its claws to the ground, it turned slightly to its left, showing the large group one of its right thigh-mounted demon masks. The mask's eyes glowed and its lower jaw extended, as it fired one, two, three! smaller fireballs in rapid succession.
Deunan lifted the whimpering Ozma up, and with a determined gaze, dragged him behind a wall. "Stay here!", she ordered him. She then turned towards the Cazadore currently preoccupied with Cubey, Quin, the Ondari, and the Wardens. With a flick of the wrist, she activated her beam charger's whip mode, and rushed towards the scene......
Eventually, he asked her with a confident smile, "Well, what DO you want to do?"
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Megahertz looked at Gelon, wide-eyed. "W-WHAT-" Before she could even complete her words, she was tackled by Gelon through the wall, and on to the bed in Vlad's room. She howled in pain from the impact, and they could hear the rubble falling behind them....and attracting the first Cazadore's attention.
"Ow..ow..Gelon, p-please get off...", Megahertz whispered politely with Gelon's on top of her. Vlad's room was filled with various skulls, bones, weapons, and other mementos from her bounty hunting life.
They could hear the Cazadore growling, as it slowly crawled towards Vlad's room, its eyes focused on the Gelon-shaped hole on the wall. As it was about to leap, Ridley suddenly smashed through the wall from the outside, and held up his shield to hold back the Cazadore's fangs. The strong beast pushed him forward and forced ridley's feet to drag along the floor. "HNGH!"
The Cazadore's eyes narrowed as it thrashed its head left and right, trying to throw Ridley out of the way, and his shield out of its mouth. However, Ridley rapidly generated ice around his legs to glue his feet to the ground, resisting the incredibly strong Cazadore as best as he can. "Gelon! You - better...do something-" Ridley grunted as cracks appear on the ice around his feet. "-FAST!", he shouted
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The second Cazadore stood tall and proud, proper for the king amongst flames, as it glared at Sentinel. Responding to his whisper, the second Cazadore lets out a mighty roar, as orange embers were generated from its mane, an its jet-black claws turning orange from the intense heat it controlled.
The second Cazadore leaped off the roof and tackled Sentinel, its absolutely enormous body dwarfing the iron knight. Even as lightning assaults its body, it did not budge, forcing Sentinel towards the ground, and across the street. Cracks and burn marks appear on the gray streets, and rubble scatter behind them alongside the embers. As they skid across the street, the Cazadore stepped back from Sentinel, staggering from his electricity. But it did not step back too far. Not giving Sentinel too much time to recover, it glared at him with those burning green eyes, and quickly 'chomped' into the air, creating a clanking noise as its fangs batter each other - and caused a spark which, in turn, created a chain reaction of explosions to the embers around them. A hundred miniaturized explosions - one for each embers- occur around the lion and the synthetic, making it practically impossible to dodge. Even the lion seemed to be harmed by this attack, as it roared out in pain an swished its tail, accidentally smashing a lamp post in half behind it.
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Boris had not moved an inch from the moment Graves entered the room, still clasping his hands in front of his smirking face. He took a few moments to consider Beatrice's question.
"No, let him be. He has made me quite.....curious.", Boris said in an amused tone. "Perhaps you can help me with a cup of tea, instead."
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Cubey's voice almost immediately attracted the attention of the Cazadore, distracting it as it tried to swipe at Ozma, causing it to miss - and allowing Deunan to tackle her brother out of the way. An enormous gash was left on the ground. Deunan and Ozma rolled across the ground, both of them grunting, Ozma whimpering.
The Cazadore roared at Cubey, smoke hissing out of its nostrills. Cracking its whip-like tail as a taunt, it took a deep breath, and blasted a loud, big, burning fireball towards the cubic giraffe, with a sound not unlike cannon fire. It then looked to the side, noticing the group of Ondari, Wardens, and Quin. Gripping its claws to the ground, it turned slightly to its left, showing the large group one of its right thigh-mounted demon masks. The mask's eyes glowed and its lower jaw extended, as it fired one, two, three! smaller fireballs in rapid succession.
Deunan lifted the whimpering Ozma up, and with a determined gaze, dragged him behind a wall. "Stay here!", she ordered him. She then turned towards the Cazadore currently preoccupied with Cubey, Quin, the Ondari, and the Wardens. With a flick of the wrist, she activated her beam charger's whip mode, and rushed towards the scene......
"Sorry for that" Gelon said and got off her slowly as his body gave way to his wounds and his condition he was in. As Gelon sit up on the bed he heard Ridley scream for his assistance "Megahertz can you check what will weaken, scare or anything in our aid against the Cazadores?" Gelon asked her as he grabbed one of Vlad's light weapons to use as crutch.
Gelon slowly got off the bed and made his way to the fire alarm "let's hope this works" he said to himself and pull the lever hoping it would scare the Cazadore away making it leave Ridley or bit if it didn't Ridley could use the water against the Cazadore "does this help?" Gelon asked as he watched his nanobot fabricator and tube where his arm was being reconstructed in
Gelon slowly got off the bed and made his way to the fire alarm "let's hope this works" he said to himself and pull the lever hoping it would scare the Cazadore away making it leave Ridley or bit if it didn't Ridley could use the water against the Cazadore "does this help?" Gelon asked as he watched his nanobot fabricator and tube where his arm was being reconstructed in
Barreling through the air, Sentinel took almost no notice of the Cazadore's roar. The threat was both trivial in importance and ignored by Sentinel's apathetic fury. Folding his arms as the Greater Beast lunged off the roof towards him, Sentinel's systems worked deftly to absorb the shock of the impact as they landed on the ground. Furrows were left in the lane, enough pressure placed on Sentinel's back to damage the plates slightly. The rest of his armor was also beginning to show small signs of injury, small cracks running through plates that had had their shaped warped.
The Cazadore bounced away, stunned by the electricity still arching off of Sentinel. He began to charge just as the beast 'bit' the air, causing a pulse of explosions. All the sparks hanging in the air suddenly ignite, a chain reaction surrounding the two combatants in a wreath of fire. The explosions continue into Sentinel, blowing off massive portions of his armor before stopping. Thrown backwards by the blasts, he stands up shakily. Much of his body is little more than the endoframe, whatever armor plating left damaged beyond recognition by the blasts.
Sentinel's reactor is now visible, a compact orb of material powering his body past normal limits. Glowing faintly before, the unit now shone a golden yellow, a blinding light to any that would look his way unprotected. Dropping the ruined particle cannons on the ground, Sentinel continued to pour more power into his telekinetic module, causing the glow to increase even more. Now floating above the ground without even directing himself, the air around Sentinel was so warped that only light escaped, a golden orb to anyone looking on. Gazing at the Cazadore, he was infused with a sense of sorrow that such a great beast had to die. That he was going to die.
Reaching an arm up to his now exposed kinetic module, he touched the piece softly. Sentinel lost all consciousness as the shockwave bloomed out of his body, disintegrating everything around him and continuing outwards to destroy whatever was in its path.
The Cazadore bounced away, stunned by the electricity still arching off of Sentinel. He began to charge just as the beast 'bit' the air, causing a pulse of explosions. All the sparks hanging in the air suddenly ignite, a chain reaction surrounding the two combatants in a wreath of fire. The explosions continue into Sentinel, blowing off massive portions of his armor before stopping. Thrown backwards by the blasts, he stands up shakily. Much of his body is little more than the endoframe, whatever armor plating left damaged beyond recognition by the blasts.
Sentinel's reactor is now visible, a compact orb of material powering his body past normal limits. Glowing faintly before, the unit now shone a golden yellow, a blinding light to any that would look his way unprotected. Dropping the ruined particle cannons on the ground, Sentinel continued to pour more power into his telekinetic module, causing the glow to increase even more. Now floating above the ground without even directing himself, the air around Sentinel was so warped that only light escaped, a golden orb to anyone looking on. Gazing at the Cazadore, he was infused with a sense of sorrow that such a great beast had to die. That he was going to die.
Reaching an arm up to his now exposed kinetic module, he touched the piece softly. Sentinel lost all consciousness as the shockwave bloomed out of his body, disintegrating everything around him and continuing outwards to destroy whatever was in its path.
Ophelia sneered as Mosa asked what she wanted to do. She knew he had heard say she didn't know. But he asked anyway. Instead of looking towards him, she looked over to where the scream was coming from. Plumes of fire and debris erupted in the distance. Something BIG was attacking a group. Quietly to herself, she assessed her own wounds and Mosa's. They both had sustained some nasty burn wounds from the engine explosion. Ophelia knew hers would regenerate but wasn't sure about Mosa. She was still surprised she concerned herself with him, or that Mosa wanted to stick around her. It was odd.
Finally she looked up at him. "Well whatever is attacking that group is destroying our ride." She said in a deadpan tone as she started jogging towards the brawl. It wasn't too far, it was happening on the lower streets, so the duo had a good view. Finally, she saw the massive, hulking Cazadore. It's teeth were larger than her claws and had to large face masks on its hind thighs. And it was always on fire. 'How in hell did it get here?' She thought to herself. She then looked to who was defending. It was the group she noticed earlier. The squid, the insectoid lady, the pink-haired woman, and the geometric creature. Along with them were more squids with robots (something I'd never thought I'd ever have to write) aggressing the creature. "Care explaining?" she said to Mosa with a hint of enthusiasm in her voice.
Finally she looked up at him. "Well whatever is attacking that group is destroying our ride." She said in a deadpan tone as she started jogging towards the brawl. It wasn't too far, it was happening on the lower streets, so the duo had a good view. Finally, she saw the massive, hulking Cazadore. It's teeth were larger than her claws and had to large face masks on its hind thighs. And it was always on fire. 'How in hell did it get here?' She thought to herself. She then looked to who was defending. It was the group she noticed earlier. The squid, the insectoid lady, the pink-haired woman, and the geometric creature. Along with them were more squids with robots (something I'd never thought I'd ever have to write) aggressing the creature. "Care explaining?" she said to Mosa with a hint of enthusiasm in her voice.
The setting changes from F.S.S. Realta Nua to North Dagojouiise
"Clusterfuck, eh? Then catching him when he's distracted should be easy then..." Byatis thought back to Darkstar. Byatis looked back, amazingly the others haven't caught up yet. They probably had to take a while to calm Clockwork down from whatever happened to him. Probably a flaw in his robotics. He was synthetic after all. After a while Byatis skid to a halt at the Dagojouiisian port. So many dead bodies lay strewn about, both civilian and bandit. "Wow.." was all Byatis could say as he breathed heavily to catch his breath. Running such a long distance tuckers one out. Byatis kinda wished he had a hovercycle, but alas, it was never to be. He looked up at the boarding elevators and he could see fire coming from one of the ship's engines. Graves and his legion really did a number on this place.
Unfortunately, none of the elevators looked like they were functioning. Thinking quickly, Byatis crawled up one of the elevator shafts to reach the loading bay. Byatis took a seat to rest a bit when he saw the coast was clear. "Hmm... how will the others get up?" Byatis said to himself. Suddenly, he noticed one was in fact, still functioning. Byatis pressed the button as the elevator was sent down for his new comrades. Now to find Anguirre Knight in this huge mess...
(Post starts in Dago, then ends in Realta Nua. Forgive me if I picked the wrong location)
Unfortunately, none of the elevators looked like they were functioning. Thinking quickly, Byatis crawled up one of the elevator shafts to reach the loading bay. Byatis took a seat to rest a bit when he saw the coast was clear. "Hmm... how will the others get up?" Byatis said to himself. Suddenly, he noticed one was in fact, still functioning. Byatis pressed the button as the elevator was sent down for his new comrades. Now to find Anguirre Knight in this huge mess...
(Post starts in Dago, then ends in Realta Nua. Forgive me if I picked the wrong location)
The setting changes from North Dagojouiise to F.S.S. Realta Nua
The orange Ondari glanced at Deunan and Cubey as they both introduced themselves, prompting Lekan to do the same. "My name's Lekan, and the Genesior here is Quin," he said, pointing an arm to his companion. "And you would be...?"
"Tep. Just call me Tep," replied the other Ondari. "Anything but Mr. Squidy." Tep almost seemed to grimace at being called that as he fell into formation with his comrades. The Warden carrying Uran's corpse hung back with the other Ondari, presumably not wanting it to be further damaged in another fight. The march towards the engine room was interrupted when a piercing, girlish scream cut through the air. The whole group made a mad dash for the source of the noise, and found a human being chased by a mighty Cazadore, surprisingly managing to keep ahead of the beastie. What further surprised the Ondari was Deunan's reaction, proving that the human was actually male.
When Deunan rushed in to go save her brother, Tep shouted out orders to his group. The Wardens formed a firing line with their plasma rifles, while Lekan, Tep and the other Ondari took cover behind them to provide additional fire support. The corpse-bearer was also present, although it had left Uran's body away from the fight. It didn't take long for the Cazadore to notice them, but instead of charging right at the ragtag squad, it turned to one side. A terrifying demonic mask leered at the Wardens and Ondari, firing a broadside of fireballs in their direction.
"Scatter!" Tep yelled. The group didn't need to be told twice, the fireballs impacting their energy shields, which thankfully absorbed most of the damage and prevented any serious injury. Taking cover wherever they could find it, they continued firing upon the creature in an effort to bring it down, or at least weaken it.
Lekan had been cut off from most of the group, save for one Warden who was right next to him. This one didn't have a plasma rifle like the others, instead carrying a smaller pistol-sized version and a sword that was currently sheathed. Evidently someone who preferred close combat yet knew better than to rush out and face that Cazadore. Lekan looked round and found that two of his drones had survived the attack and were currently hovering around the beast's head like angry bees, attempting to shoot out its eyes. Heartened by the little things' efforts, Lekan aimed his weapon bracer and contributed to the attack.
"Tep. Just call me Tep," replied the other Ondari. "Anything but Mr. Squidy." Tep almost seemed to grimace at being called that as he fell into formation with his comrades. The Warden carrying Uran's corpse hung back with the other Ondari, presumably not wanting it to be further damaged in another fight. The march towards the engine room was interrupted when a piercing, girlish scream cut through the air. The whole group made a mad dash for the source of the noise, and found a human being chased by a mighty Cazadore, surprisingly managing to keep ahead of the beastie. What further surprised the Ondari was Deunan's reaction, proving that the human was actually male.
When Deunan rushed in to go save her brother, Tep shouted out orders to his group. The Wardens formed a firing line with their plasma rifles, while Lekan, Tep and the other Ondari took cover behind them to provide additional fire support. The corpse-bearer was also present, although it had left Uran's body away from the fight. It didn't take long for the Cazadore to notice them, but instead of charging right at the ragtag squad, it turned to one side. A terrifying demonic mask leered at the Wardens and Ondari, firing a broadside of fireballs in their direction.
"Scatter!" Tep yelled. The group didn't need to be told twice, the fireballs impacting their energy shields, which thankfully absorbed most of the damage and prevented any serious injury. Taking cover wherever they could find it, they continued firing upon the creature in an effort to bring it down, or at least weaken it.
Lekan had been cut off from most of the group, save for one Warden who was right next to him. This one didn't have a plasma rifle like the others, instead carrying a smaller pistol-sized version and a sword that was currently sheathed. Evidently someone who preferred close combat yet knew better than to rush out and face that Cazadore. Lekan looked round and found that two of his drones had survived the attack and were currently hovering around the beast's head like angry bees, attempting to shoot out its eyes. Heartened by the little things' efforts, Lekan aimed his weapon bracer and contributed to the attack.
Megahertz nodded at Gelon's request. "One second!", before pulling out her datapad and furiously stroking across the screen. "c'mon, c'monc'monnnn! Load damn youuu...", Megahertz impatiently chattered while watching the loading screen.
As Gelon activated the sprinkler system, cold water poured from the ceiling towards the Cazadore. At first, it didn't seem to help, the creature continuing to press forward. However, with a grunt and a push, Ridley lets out a tiny pulse which transformed the falling water into icicles. A thousand tiny icy spikes fall on top of the fire lion, annoying it greatly and causing it to flinch, giving Ridley just the right moment to counterattack with a quick, hard, swing of the mace. A loud thud and a sudden crack was heard, and the Cazadore howled in pain as it staggered back.
"HA-HA! Thanks for that, Deskovitch!", Ridley roared out confidently, for the first time showing genuinely positive emotions towards his team leader. He preemptively raised his large shield as the Cazadore countered with a swipe from one of its mighty paws, which forced him back a couple of meters upon impact, but failed to knock him down or injure him. The walking glacier stared at the king amongst flames, eye to eye. The Cazadore growled and tried to swipe at him again with its right claw, but this time, Ridley rolled to the left, tumbled for a bit, then threw his mace towards the lion's face like a boomerang, which shattered into pieces and caused it to roar in pain as the ice shards were embedded in its eyes. Ridley circled the creature, shield raised, right hand generating a new ice mace.
Megahertz suddenly turned to Gelon. "GOT IT! You gotta break its fangs!! That way, it'll just be a big fat cat!", she shouted with a determined look on her face. Inside this house, she could only hear the vicious electrical sparks and mighty explosions outside, as she hoped that her iron knight would survive fighting the other Cazadore. She took a brief moment to glance towards the wall and smiled when she heard the lion's pained roar, confident in her friend's victory.
Suddenly, however, she heard the loud rumbling noise and felt part of the shockwave as it blew pass the house, causing her to trip and fall to the ground. "Ahh!" Her previously confident face turned into one of worry. Her friend will be okay...right?
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The Cazadore crawled towards Sentinel standing shakily with his reactor exposed. Slowly, proudly. It seemed confident in its victory, with its head up high and its gait steady and straightforward. Looking at Sentinel from top to bottom, its attention was caught when Sentinel touched his exposed core. A second passed. And the lion realized just too late....that it was doomed.
Widening its eyes and roaring in terror, Sentinel's destructive shockwave was accompanied by a mighty roar of its own. The Cazadore tried to flee, but it was futile. The explosion disintegrated it, stripping it to its bones, and then turning those bones into dust under a blinding light. The last part to disintegrate was its face, with which it gazed to the artificial sky during its final moments. The disintegrated remnants of the Cazadore was thrown against the walls, where it shattered into even tinier fragments.
As the rumbling shockwave ended, only a piece of one of the Cazadore's saber teeth were left, plopping to the ground and bouncing twice in a rather undignified manner.
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Mosa lets out a simple grunt of acknowledgement at Ophelia's statement as he scratched his back. Mosa smirked at the sight of the Cazadore. Looks like a strong and worthy foe, he thought. He then grinned as he noticed Lekan, Quin, a rubik giraffe, that pop star whose name Mosa always forgot, and a group of other Lekans and their synthetic butlers. "Heh.", Mosa chuckled. Seems like they were having a good fight, and he was especially impressed by Lekan's decision to fight. Perhaps his victory against Quin was not beginner's luck. Perhaps he was not as much of a coward as he seemed. Perhaps he felt he had an advantage with his friends around. Or perhaps he fell on his head. Either way, Mosa found himself...rather intrigued.
Mosa folded his arms when Ophelia asked her question. "Stratevaria is a weird place. Mosa just rolls with it most of the time.", Mosa nodded to himself. Normally he would stop there, but he noticed Ophelia's enthusiasm. With a smile, he pointed towards Lekan. "Da blue one is a comrade. His name Lekan Voldaris." He next pointed at Quin. "Da green one also comrade, formerly enemies. Her name Quin Veta." Mosa folded his arms again. "The others..Mosa not familiar. But they are fighting a good fight, and Mosa intend to join." Mosa paused, and gave his thuggish grin again, as he looked at Ophelia eye to eye. "Do you?"
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Byatis arrived at the sight of quite a huge mess indeed. The pungent odor of smoke and blood fill the air. Walls riddled with bullet holes and burn marks. Bodies laying about, a considerable number mutilated. Almost immediately, he would be able to see the Ondari and the Wardens' fighting against one of the enormous Cazadores, which roared mightily despite being overpowered and overwhelmed.
Just then, Byatis heard a deafening roar right behind him. It was so loud and accompanied by a mighty gust of wind, that he can feel his tentacles fluttering in front of his face. Two more massive lions leap from the ship walls above him - and landed with frightening grace. One of the cats' mighty long tail nearly brushed Byatis' face, as both of them rushed to assist their disadvantaged comrade.
Quite the clusterfuck indeed.
As Gelon activated the sprinkler system, cold water poured from the ceiling towards the Cazadore. At first, it didn't seem to help, the creature continuing to press forward. However, with a grunt and a push, Ridley lets out a tiny pulse which transformed the falling water into icicles. A thousand tiny icy spikes fall on top of the fire lion, annoying it greatly and causing it to flinch, giving Ridley just the right moment to counterattack with a quick, hard, swing of the mace. A loud thud and a sudden crack was heard, and the Cazadore howled in pain as it staggered back.
"HA-HA! Thanks for that, Deskovitch!", Ridley roared out confidently, for the first time showing genuinely positive emotions towards his team leader. He preemptively raised his large shield as the Cazadore countered with a swipe from one of its mighty paws, which forced him back a couple of meters upon impact, but failed to knock him down or injure him. The walking glacier stared at the king amongst flames, eye to eye. The Cazadore growled and tried to swipe at him again with its right claw, but this time, Ridley rolled to the left, tumbled for a bit, then threw his mace towards the lion's face like a boomerang, which shattered into pieces and caused it to roar in pain as the ice shards were embedded in its eyes. Ridley circled the creature, shield raised, right hand generating a new ice mace.
Megahertz suddenly turned to Gelon. "GOT IT! You gotta break its fangs!! That way, it'll just be a big fat cat!", she shouted with a determined look on her face. Inside this house, she could only hear the vicious electrical sparks and mighty explosions outside, as she hoped that her iron knight would survive fighting the other Cazadore. She took a brief moment to glance towards the wall and smiled when she heard the lion's pained roar, confident in her friend's victory.
Suddenly, however, she heard the loud rumbling noise and felt part of the shockwave as it blew pass the house, causing her to trip and fall to the ground. "Ahh!" Her previously confident face turned into one of worry. Her friend will be okay...right?
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The Cazadore crawled towards Sentinel standing shakily with his reactor exposed. Slowly, proudly. It seemed confident in its victory, with its head up high and its gait steady and straightforward. Looking at Sentinel from top to bottom, its attention was caught when Sentinel touched his exposed core. A second passed. And the lion realized just too late....that it was doomed.
Widening its eyes and roaring in terror, Sentinel's destructive shockwave was accompanied by a mighty roar of its own. The Cazadore tried to flee, but it was futile. The explosion disintegrated it, stripping it to its bones, and then turning those bones into dust under a blinding light. The last part to disintegrate was its face, with which it gazed to the artificial sky during its final moments. The disintegrated remnants of the Cazadore was thrown against the walls, where it shattered into even tinier fragments.
As the rumbling shockwave ended, only a piece of one of the Cazadore's saber teeth were left, plopping to the ground and bouncing twice in a rather undignified manner.
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Mosa lets out a simple grunt of acknowledgement at Ophelia's statement as he scratched his back. Mosa smirked at the sight of the Cazadore. Looks like a strong and worthy foe, he thought. He then grinned as he noticed Lekan, Quin, a rubik giraffe, that pop star whose name Mosa always forgot, and a group of other Lekans and their synthetic butlers. "Heh.", Mosa chuckled. Seems like they were having a good fight, and he was especially impressed by Lekan's decision to fight. Perhaps his victory against Quin was not beginner's luck. Perhaps he was not as much of a coward as he seemed. Perhaps he felt he had an advantage with his friends around. Or perhaps he fell on his head. Either way, Mosa found himself...rather intrigued.
Mosa folded his arms when Ophelia asked her question. "Stratevaria is a weird place. Mosa just rolls with it most of the time.", Mosa nodded to himself. Normally he would stop there, but he noticed Ophelia's enthusiasm. With a smile, he pointed towards Lekan. "Da blue one is a comrade. His name Lekan Voldaris." He next pointed at Quin. "Da green one also comrade, formerly enemies. Her name Quin Veta." Mosa folded his arms again. "The others..Mosa not familiar. But they are fighting a good fight, and Mosa intend to join." Mosa paused, and gave his thuggish grin again, as he looked at Ophelia eye to eye. "Do you?"
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Byatis arrived at the sight of quite a huge mess indeed. The pungent odor of smoke and blood fill the air. Walls riddled with bullet holes and burn marks. Bodies laying about, a considerable number mutilated. Almost immediately, he would be able to see the Ondari and the Wardens' fighting against one of the enormous Cazadores, which roared mightily despite being overpowered and overwhelmed.
Just then, Byatis heard a deafening roar right behind him. It was so loud and accompanied by a mighty gust of wind, that he can feel his tentacles fluttering in front of his face. Two more massive lions leap from the ship walls above him - and landed with frightening grace. One of the cats' mighty long tail nearly brushed Byatis' face, as both of them rushed to assist their disadvantaged comrade.
Quite the clusterfuck indeed.
"good job Ridley!" Gelon compliment back and turnn to megahertz as she found something and told him about it "mmmm fat cat you say, okay but is it also tamable? You know IF it's like a cat we can do that and it might have a sweet spot" Gelon suggest and as the building rumbled and he saw megahertz he hold himself steady with the weapon he was using for support.
As the shaking stopped gelon made his way to megahertz to help her up "are you okay megahertz?" He asked concerned
As the shaking stopped gelon made his way to megahertz to help her up "are you okay megahertz?" He asked concerned
Keeton finally had docked onto the ship, obviously a battle had taken place while he was out. That didn't matter now all that mattered was getting a tall glass of whiskey and washing it down with some jagermeister. It had been a very long day.
On his way to a bar, assuming it would be open, Keeton stumbles into what remains of the mafia. To say the least he was out-manned and out-gunned so he runs for his life. Not realizing what the mafia members were actually doing, running from the giant fire breathing lions. Keeton gets there just in time to see two more of the creatures leap from the roof and into the plaza. He keeps running knowing that with the Roger, in the state it was in, would have no chance in defeating those things.
Keeton spies a band of wardens and an Ondari fending off a Cazadore. His initial reaction is to keep running, and find sentinel. However that quickly changes when out of the corner of his eye, Keeton spots Deunan fighting the beast. In that moment Keeton takes a 90 degree turn and heads straight towards the monster. He flips on his cutlass releasing the streams of electricity running through the blade, and charges to join the group.
On his way to a bar, assuming it would be open, Keeton stumbles into what remains of the mafia. To say the least he was out-manned and out-gunned so he runs for his life. Not realizing what the mafia members were actually doing, running from the giant fire breathing lions. Keeton gets there just in time to see two more of the creatures leap from the roof and into the plaza. He keeps running knowing that with the Roger, in the state it was in, would have no chance in defeating those things.
Keeton spies a band of wardens and an Ondari fending off a Cazadore. His initial reaction is to keep running, and find sentinel. However that quickly changes when out of the corner of his eye, Keeton spots Deunan fighting the beast. In that moment Keeton takes a 90 degree turn and heads straight towards the monster. He flips on his cutlass releasing the streams of electricity running through the blade, and charges to join the group.
The tea kettle whistles in the back ground giving an eerie sharp noise, in a dead silent room. "Of course Boris." Beatrice says, walking over to the stove and preparing two cups of tea for the both of them. Beatrice hands Boris his cup of tea, and sits down in the chair close to his, watching the security feeds of the ship.
"Look at that one," she says gesturing at the monitor with Sentinel. "His core, he is not ours, we dont put anything that powerful into a stupid-" Her sentence is cut off by a bright light, and the signal being lost completely. "Holy shit! He just self detonated, I'm going down there. That is some valuable tech, and if we can get our hands on it, imagine all the war machines we could build." She laughs manically. before leaving the room, Beatrice unlocks a cabinet containing a small circular object and puts it in her pocket. "I'll be back in a jiffy."
"Look at that one," she says gesturing at the monitor with Sentinel. "His core, he is not ours, we dont put anything that powerful into a stupid-" Her sentence is cut off by a bright light, and the signal being lost completely. "Holy shit! He just self detonated, I'm going down there. That is some valuable tech, and if we can get our hands on it, imagine all the war machines we could build." She laughs manically. before leaving the room, Beatrice unlocks a cabinet containing a small circular object and puts it in her pocket. "I'll be back in a jiffy."
The setting changes from F.S.S. Realta Nua to Stratevaria Galaxy
Cubey screamed less than heroically when the Cazadore spat a colossal fireball at him, quickly forcing his gravity to normal as he tumbled down to the beast, continuing his fearful cries as the beast launched smaller fireballs at his newly found friends. In fact, Cubey became so frightened he shut his eyes completely as he changed his gravity to slam into the gigantic feline beast like a truck, shouting out; "Super heavy smash attack thingy!", seeming to be pretty much stuck with slamming into the beast repeatedly foot first, fluctuating the gravity constantly, which gave plenty of time to see Lekan, Quin, Deunan, Tep, the Ondari, The Wardens and even the pirate guy from before at the park that Cubey spied on, seeing they had become scattered due to the great creatures retaliation, but they bravely still kept on fighting back.
"Don't worry guys, I think i'm wearing him down!" Cubey shouted out as he continued to slam against the lion-like monster's back in hopes of comforting his allies, before tumbling off to the side clumsily into a uncomfortable landing atop some debris. Cubey stared at his surroundings for a few moments, until a light-bulb dimly glowed inside his head as he had some vague resemblance of an idea, as he made some of the debris orbit around him.
"Im gonna throw stuff at him!" Cubey announced smugly, revealing his next master plan.
"Don't worry guys, I think i'm wearing him down!" Cubey shouted out as he continued to slam against the lion-like monster's back in hopes of comforting his allies, before tumbling off to the side clumsily into a uncomfortable landing atop some debris. Cubey stared at his surroundings for a few moments, until a light-bulb dimly glowed inside his head as he had some vague resemblance of an idea, as he made some of the debris orbit around him.
"Im gonna throw stuff at him!" Cubey announced smugly, revealing his next master plan.
The setting changes from Stratevaria Galaxy to F.S.S. Realta Nua
Megahertz stared at Gelon for a few seconds, dumbfounded by his question. Meanwhile, in the background, they can hear Ridley and the Cazadore continuing their endurance contest; Ridley's unbreakable defense versus the Cazadore's unrelenting offense. Rubbles pour and the entire house shook.
"You're crazy......", Megahertz whispered.
And then she smirked. "But I LIKE crazy!", and she proceeded to stroke away at her datapad again, searching for relevant
information.
With a swing of his mace, Ridley successfully broke one of the Cazadore's fangs, causing it to flinch considerably and hiss in pain. Ridley kept his focus, twirling his mace like a baton while refusing to lower his guard.
When Gelon helped her up after she fell, Megahertz nodded vigorously. "I-I'm fine!". She just hoped that Sentinel was, as well... Megahertz then showed Gelon her datapad, which displayed the Napishtim Database's image of the Cazadore with circles under neck guard. "That's its sweet spot. But you have to be careful. Greater Beasts have a nigh-unbreakable will, and will not bow down to you unless you have an even stronger will!", Megahertz said to Gelon, nodding with a determined look on her face.
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"Thank you, Beatrice", Boris said to his second-in-command politely. He then watched the camera feed with Sentinel on it, raising an eyebrow when he self-destructed. "Fascinating.....", he remarked, and chuckled sinisterly as Beatrice laughed maniacally. That kind of tech..it must have came from one of the Dagojouiise war factories, Boris thought. Such a powerful relic of the Galactic War would undoubtedly be useful for the future of Drakov Industries. "Do try to be careful, Beatrice. It's a jungle down there~", Boris affably stated as he placed his tea cup on the table, continuing to eye the screens with great interest.
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Deunan's beam charger coiled around the Cazadore's front right leg, as the Ondari, the Wardens, Lekan, and Quin proceeded throw all they have against the fire lion. She struggled and gritted her teeth, determined to keep the beast in place. Just then, her nose caught the awful stench of alcohol as a shadow flew over her head. She glanced up - and saw K2 with his electric cutlass. Before she could think more though, she heard the Cazadore roar violently and pull its coiled leg, causing the beam-whip wielding Deunan to be thrown into the air.
"AHHH!", Deunan yelled out as she cartwheeled unwillingly through the air, widening her eyes as she barely missed the beam and plasma weaponry flying about trying to take down the king amongst flames.
Suddenly, a purple shape flew through the air, and caught the interstellar rose in a bridal carry. "I got you, princess!", the purple shape shouted chirpily, before landing on the ground with a loud metallic clank. Deunan looked up, and saw her savior - a purple synthetic with a gleaming yellow visor. "Uh...t-thanks, but don't call me princess!", Deunan replied, a bit embarassed by their position.
A loud, gruesome smash was heard as Cubey slammed onto the Cazadore's head with surprising and overwhelming strength. "GRAOR!", the Cazadore yelped, taken off guard by Cubey's unexpected power. Deunan, Clockwork, and Quin all look as Cubey continued to pummel and stun lock the great beast, every slam from the giraffe knocking the lion back. Once. Twice. Thrice.
In Clockwork's grasp, Deunan pumped her fist and smirked. "Go, CUBEY!". She proceeded to jump off and, inspired by Cubey, the interstellar rose once more activated her beam charger - this time in its sword form -, and ran forward. "Thousand-Rose-PETALS!", she yelled out as she delivered a thousand rapid slashes, each slash projecting a pink energy beam.
Quin darted around the air like an agile hornet, dodging the Cazadore's fireballs, countering with her own green plasma shots. When she noticed Cubey providing them with an opening, she suddenly stopped mid-air, spread her arms, and rotated in pace rapidly. "Disco never dies.", Quin stated in her usual emotionless voice, before shooting out plasma beams from all of the eyes on her body while quickening her rotation, making her look like a disco ball of death.
"Calling our attacks, eh? Khe khe. I could do that!", said Clockwork as he activated all his thrusters and flew forward, twirling his spear. Once he was close enough, Clockwork's red dots flash, and his yellow visor opened like a beak. He leaped up, held the spear back... "MY DRILL IS THE DRILL THAT WILL PIERCE ALL H-" Before Clockwork could finish his mantra, he was struck hard and swift by the tail of the pained Cazadore, having lost one of its eye to one of K2's slashes. Clockwork screeched as he flailed about in the air and was knocked out of sight.
The Cazadore roared defiantly once more, though this time even more desperate than ever. Pieces of its golden armor were blown apart by Quin's heavy fire. Its fur and flesh were scorched by Lekan, the Ondari, and the Warden's beam weaponry. Its face was crused and broken by Cubey's foot. Its left eye blinded by K2's electric cutlass, and its body scarred by Deunan's slashes. Its defeat is imminent. One of them just has to make the killing blow now!
(OOC: Guys, I'll be away for the next two or three days. There's still 2 Cazadores left, feel free to take control/take care of them, hehe.)
"You're crazy......", Megahertz whispered.
And then she smirked. "But I LIKE crazy!", and she proceeded to stroke away at her datapad again, searching for relevant
information.
With a swing of his mace, Ridley successfully broke one of the Cazadore's fangs, causing it to flinch considerably and hiss in pain. Ridley kept his focus, twirling his mace like a baton while refusing to lower his guard.
When Gelon helped her up after she fell, Megahertz nodded vigorously. "I-I'm fine!". She just hoped that Sentinel was, as well... Megahertz then showed Gelon her datapad, which displayed the Napishtim Database's image of the Cazadore with circles under neck guard. "That's its sweet spot. But you have to be careful. Greater Beasts have a nigh-unbreakable will, and will not bow down to you unless you have an even stronger will!", Megahertz said to Gelon, nodding with a determined look on her face.
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"Thank you, Beatrice", Boris said to his second-in-command politely. He then watched the camera feed with Sentinel on it, raising an eyebrow when he self-destructed. "Fascinating.....", he remarked, and chuckled sinisterly as Beatrice laughed maniacally. That kind of tech..it must have came from one of the Dagojouiise war factories, Boris thought. Such a powerful relic of the Galactic War would undoubtedly be useful for the future of Drakov Industries. "Do try to be careful, Beatrice. It's a jungle down there~", Boris affably stated as he placed his tea cup on the table, continuing to eye the screens with great interest.
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Deunan's beam charger coiled around the Cazadore's front right leg, as the Ondari, the Wardens, Lekan, and Quin proceeded throw all they have against the fire lion. She struggled and gritted her teeth, determined to keep the beast in place. Just then, her nose caught the awful stench of alcohol as a shadow flew over her head. She glanced up - and saw K2 with his electric cutlass. Before she could think more though, she heard the Cazadore roar violently and pull its coiled leg, causing the beam-whip wielding Deunan to be thrown into the air.
"AHHH!", Deunan yelled out as she cartwheeled unwillingly through the air, widening her eyes as she barely missed the beam and plasma weaponry flying about trying to take down the king amongst flames.
Suddenly, a purple shape flew through the air, and caught the interstellar rose in a bridal carry. "I got you, princess!", the purple shape shouted chirpily, before landing on the ground with a loud metallic clank. Deunan looked up, and saw her savior - a purple synthetic with a gleaming yellow visor. "Uh...t-thanks, but don't call me princess!", Deunan replied, a bit embarassed by their position.
A loud, gruesome smash was heard as Cubey slammed onto the Cazadore's head with surprising and overwhelming strength. "GRAOR!", the Cazadore yelped, taken off guard by Cubey's unexpected power. Deunan, Clockwork, and Quin all look as Cubey continued to pummel and stun lock the great beast, every slam from the giraffe knocking the lion back. Once. Twice. Thrice.
In Clockwork's grasp, Deunan pumped her fist and smirked. "Go, CUBEY!". She proceeded to jump off and, inspired by Cubey, the interstellar rose once more activated her beam charger - this time in its sword form -, and ran forward. "Thousand-Rose-PETALS!", she yelled out as she delivered a thousand rapid slashes, each slash projecting a pink energy beam.
Quin darted around the air like an agile hornet, dodging the Cazadore's fireballs, countering with her own green plasma shots. When she noticed Cubey providing them with an opening, she suddenly stopped mid-air, spread her arms, and rotated in pace rapidly. "Disco never dies.", Quin stated in her usual emotionless voice, before shooting out plasma beams from all of the eyes on her body while quickening her rotation, making her look like a disco ball of death.
"Calling our attacks, eh? Khe khe. I could do that!", said Clockwork as he activated all his thrusters and flew forward, twirling his spear. Once he was close enough, Clockwork's red dots flash, and his yellow visor opened like a beak. He leaped up, held the spear back... "MY DRILL IS THE DRILL THAT WILL PIERCE ALL H-" Before Clockwork could finish his mantra, he was struck hard and swift by the tail of the pained Cazadore, having lost one of its eye to one of K2's slashes. Clockwork screeched as he flailed about in the air and was knocked out of sight.
The Cazadore roared defiantly once more, though this time even more desperate than ever. Pieces of its golden armor were blown apart by Quin's heavy fire. Its fur and flesh were scorched by Lekan, the Ondari, and the Warden's beam weaponry. Its face was crused and broken by Cubey's foot. Its left eye blinded by K2's electric cutlass, and its body scarred by Deunan's slashes. Its defeat is imminent. One of them just has to make the killing blow now!
(OOC: Guys, I'll be away for the next two or three days. There's still 2 Cazadores left, feel free to take control/take care of them, hehe.)
Jeremy ran through the passageways, checking his datapad constantly, making sharp turns at many intersections. Overhanging pipes and wires were brushed aside as the mobster barreled through the service hallways. Activating his communicator, he ordered, "Oi, whelps. Get your behinds to the set-up point. Wait for me there and make sure you don't get caught."
"Got it boss," came the reply before cutting off. He had established with everyone that when the ship was entered, they were to maintain radio silence except for urgent needs unless they were found by trackers of some sort. Location for meetings had already been established but he wanted to make sure that some of his men were still alive and on the ship before proceeding. Ducking below a low-hanging beam, Graves burst through a door, light flooding his eyes momentarily before they adjusted to the added brightness.
Below him he spotted the raging fires caused by his intrusion, most under control by the survivors of the attack. If the attack was over. At a higher level house were two of the Cazadores, right where Sentinel would be fighting. The other three were in other areas of the ship. He could not pinpoint their locations but their distinctive roars gave him clues. Advancing along the walkway, he maintained his invisibility in case anyone was watching.
An explosion caught his attention, coming from the direction of Sentinel. Looking up he saw one Cazadore had disappeared, presumably into the house. At that moment Sentinel and Ridley were blasted through the walls. Ridley recovered and ran back inside to engage the first Cazadore. Sentinel, however, stood there and an extraordinary change undertook him. With Graves watching in stupefaction, Sentinel began to glow faintly, bolts of lightning shooting from his body. His image began to warp, signs of a massive disturbance in the air around him.
Moving to a sprint, Graves took his eyes off the pair as they engaged, quickly dropping down onto the boulevard not too far from the combatants. Looking up, Graves was shocked to see Sentinel touch his core, seemingly stripped of armor, before being consumed by a golden light. The Cazadore simply disappeared, melting into nothingness. Ducking behind a stand, Graves was nevertheless winded by the power of the explosion.
Popping out, he made his way slowly to Sentinel's inert body. Pain infused him at seeing such a mighty warrior laid low, but even more prevalent was the humility Graves felt at the massive display of power. Crouching by the body, he examined Sentinel's insides, seeing the reactor and telekinetic module heavily damaged, both almost slag heaps. The mainframe was almost undamaged, surprisingly. Connecting his data-pad to a port, he scanned quickly through Sentinel's coding and grinned. Yes, he most definitely could work with this.
A cry of pain came from the house, definitely from the Cazadore. Extending the shadow cloak to cover Sentinel as well, albeit at great concentration, he made his way into the house and observed the small group for a moment before dropping the invisibility except on Sentinel, leaning his inert body against a wall. Extracting a whistle, he locked eyes with the Cazadore, making a small motion before blowing the object. The Greater Beast writhed in pain yet submitted, stunned by the whistle.
Smiling at the three in the house, he announced, "Greetings fellow adventurers. The names Kent. Clark Kent. How may I be of service?"
"Got it boss," came the reply before cutting off. He had established with everyone that when the ship was entered, they were to maintain radio silence except for urgent needs unless they were found by trackers of some sort. Location for meetings had already been established but he wanted to make sure that some of his men were still alive and on the ship before proceeding. Ducking below a low-hanging beam, Graves burst through a door, light flooding his eyes momentarily before they adjusted to the added brightness.
Below him he spotted the raging fires caused by his intrusion, most under control by the survivors of the attack. If the attack was over. At a higher level house were two of the Cazadores, right where Sentinel would be fighting. The other three were in other areas of the ship. He could not pinpoint their locations but their distinctive roars gave him clues. Advancing along the walkway, he maintained his invisibility in case anyone was watching.
An explosion caught his attention, coming from the direction of Sentinel. Looking up he saw one Cazadore had disappeared, presumably into the house. At that moment Sentinel and Ridley were blasted through the walls. Ridley recovered and ran back inside to engage the first Cazadore. Sentinel, however, stood there and an extraordinary change undertook him. With Graves watching in stupefaction, Sentinel began to glow faintly, bolts of lightning shooting from his body. His image began to warp, signs of a massive disturbance in the air around him.
Moving to a sprint, Graves took his eyes off the pair as they engaged, quickly dropping down onto the boulevard not too far from the combatants. Looking up, Graves was shocked to see Sentinel touch his core, seemingly stripped of armor, before being consumed by a golden light. The Cazadore simply disappeared, melting into nothingness. Ducking behind a stand, Graves was nevertheless winded by the power of the explosion.
Popping out, he made his way slowly to Sentinel's inert body. Pain infused him at seeing such a mighty warrior laid low, but even more prevalent was the humility Graves felt at the massive display of power. Crouching by the body, he examined Sentinel's insides, seeing the reactor and telekinetic module heavily damaged, both almost slag heaps. The mainframe was almost undamaged, surprisingly. Connecting his data-pad to a port, he scanned quickly through Sentinel's coding and grinned. Yes, he most definitely could work with this.
A cry of pain came from the house, definitely from the Cazadore. Extending the shadow cloak to cover Sentinel as well, albeit at great concentration, he made his way into the house and observed the small group for a moment before dropping the invisibility except on Sentinel, leaning his inert body against a wall. Extracting a whistle, he locked eyes with the Cazadore, making a small motion before blowing the object. The Greater Beast writhed in pain yet submitted, stunned by the whistle.
Smiling at the three in the house, he announced, "Greetings fellow adventurers. The names Kent. Clark Kent. How may I be of service?"
Ophelia looked back at Mosa. She was about to dismiss his invitation to the fight but she noticed two cazadores closing in on the the. That group can take out one, but surely not three. However, she didn't feel concern over the group. She felt...angry. Angry that she's so lost. That she doesn't have all her answers. She's bottled up her hatred for so long to the point it manifests into more pain. "I'll take the one on the left." Ophelia finally replied to Mosa coldly. With that she ran along the ledge of the upper street. Several metal billboards ripped from their posts and folded into blades above the fighting group.
Ophelia waited for the perfect moment. The left Cazadore was charging to help out its partner need. Just then it ran under the ledge Ophelia stood on and she jumped down. She thrust her heel down, plummeting into the new Cazadore's skull. Upon landing, the Cazadore's head slammed into the pavement. Ophelia could feel the skull cracking under her shoe as the Cazadore whailed in agony. Suddenly it thrashed around and Ophelia lost her balance, falling into the asphalt. She looked up at the Cazadore who was staring her down with it's mangled face, the intensity of it's heating getting worse. Ophelia felt like she was in the deserts again. She glared back at it with a glare just as intense. She carefully positioned the metal blades she made from the billboards above the Cazadore, waiting to impale it at the right moment.
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Byatis just stood there as the two Cazadore's just ran past him without giving him a second thought. "Pfew. that was lucky." he said to himself. He saw the others finally make it back to the ship. He was about to greet them but they ran past him, clearly itching to fight the huge beasts. Though he noticed Ciril hadn't run off as fast as they did. "Okay. There's a joke here somewhere. I will find it. JUST YOU WAIT." Byatis said to him, hoping to make a bit of small talk, before he decided to find Anguirre Knight. If he was lucky, he might just die all on his own. Byatis held his derpy smile, hoping Ciril would respond.
Ophelia waited for the perfect moment. The left Cazadore was charging to help out its partner need. Just then it ran under the ledge Ophelia stood on and she jumped down. She thrust her heel down, plummeting into the new Cazadore's skull. Upon landing, the Cazadore's head slammed into the pavement. Ophelia could feel the skull cracking under her shoe as the Cazadore whailed in agony. Suddenly it thrashed around and Ophelia lost her balance, falling into the asphalt. She looked up at the Cazadore who was staring her down with it's mangled face, the intensity of it's heating getting worse. Ophelia felt like she was in the deserts again. She glared back at it with a glare just as intense. She carefully positioned the metal blades she made from the billboards above the Cazadore, waiting to impale it at the right moment.
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Byatis just stood there as the two Cazadore's just ran past him without giving him a second thought. "Pfew. that was lucky." he said to himself. He saw the others finally make it back to the ship. He was about to greet them but they ran past him, clearly itching to fight the huge beasts. Though he noticed Ciril hadn't run off as fast as they did. "Okay. There's a joke here somewhere. I will find it. JUST YOU WAIT." Byatis said to him, hoping to make a bit of small talk, before he decided to find Anguirre Knight. If he was lucky, he might just die all on his own. Byatis held his derpy smile, hoping Ciril would respond.
The setting changes from F.S.S. Realta Nua to Stratevaria Galaxy
Beatrice sprints to sentinel, eager to get her hands on some new toys. She leaps over dead bodies and rushes past a few adventurers fighting a cazadore. The closer she gets the more excited she becomes. Her gauntlets, not yet activated, beam with neon green light as she makes her way to the fallen husk of the war machine.
Beatrice gets there just in time to see something even better. Her good "friend" the mobster is also there. The question still remains, where is sentinel's body, or whats left of it. Beatrice enters the room quietly and kicks Grave's knees making him fall to the floor helplessly. "Whats wrong, aren't you happy to see me darling?" She says with the same sadistic look from before. Beatrice takes out the circular object from her pocket and throws it under the Cazadore. A bluish gas emits from the device, and in the following seconds the cazadore is put to sleep.
Beatrice steps on graves back triumphantly, "Hello kiddos, I am Mrs. Schwartz." She says reaching for the data pad on Grave's arm and synching it with her own. "Oh my, so you were the one to take the data from poor Mr. robot." She says while examining the data. "Speaking of which, where is that dead hunk of junk, his rotting 'corpse' has to be around here somewhere." She finally releases the mobster from her grip and moves over towards megahertz. "My, my what do we have here a young Ishkavi, and a cute one at that." Beatrice says in a very flirtatious manner.
Beatrice gets there just in time to see something even better. Her good "friend" the mobster is also there. The question still remains, where is sentinel's body, or whats left of it. Beatrice enters the room quietly and kicks Grave's knees making him fall to the floor helplessly. "Whats wrong, aren't you happy to see me darling?" She says with the same sadistic look from before. Beatrice takes out the circular object from her pocket and throws it under the Cazadore. A bluish gas emits from the device, and in the following seconds the cazadore is put to sleep.
Beatrice steps on graves back triumphantly, "Hello kiddos, I am Mrs. Schwartz." She says reaching for the data pad on Grave's arm and synching it with her own. "Oh my, so you were the one to take the data from poor Mr. robot." She says while examining the data. "Speaking of which, where is that dead hunk of junk, his rotting 'corpse' has to be around here somewhere." She finally releases the mobster from her grip and moves over towards megahertz. "My, my what do we have here a young Ishkavi, and a cute one at that." Beatrice says in a very flirtatious manner.
The setting changes from Stratevaria Galaxy to F.S.S. Realta Nua
"hehe will I have enough will. I'm too stubborn to die, escaped beastman when I was captured in the war with a broken arm and...and.........had a family" he said as he remember he had one "okay new thing discovered bit now time to tame a big cat" gelon said then he noticed the man with sentinels body and then a woman pinning the man and walking up to megahertz, Gelon's Vision already turning to worse 'not gonna last long' he thought and grip the weapon tight in his hand and point the tip to the woman as he got between megahertz and Mrs. Schwartz "what is your name no special title, Clark was at least so kind to tell us and that rotting corpse of metal' is our friend so you won't get a piece of him" he said while his arm was shaking, gelon was running on fumes now so he either left megahertz and went for the nanobots or he stayed, protect megahertz and be gasping like a fish again in the hope megahertz could figure out what was wrong but Gelon's mind was clear he would protect megahertz and sentinel from this Mrs. Schwartz
The Snek watched Clockwork and K2 part ways from him, then shifted his stance slightly as Byatis came galloping up to him , a bit wary. Seeing Byatis was not on the attack, he relaxed somewhat, and smiled thinly, "I must admit I'm a bit confused myself. I'm waiting for orders on how to proceed. " He was unsure how much more to divulge to Byatis. "As a natural born predator this is your moment to shine." he remarked, scrolling through the data pad of his communicator, getting updates and taking them in with his four eyes. He was an intel agent, not a warrior, but that didn't mean he could not fight. The problem was he wasn't sure if he should get involved. He took in the damaged craft and decided that the greater good would be to help. "I'm going after the source of all this." he stated to Byatis and started to run to the ship to find the airvents.
The first Cazadore has been greatly weakened, but two more showed up as some sort of backup force. For a moment, the situation looked pretty grim, but the person Lekan recognised as Mosa's new friend decided to intervene and tackle one of the newer opponents on their own. The others focused their efforts on finishing off the first Cazadore, pulling off visually spectacular fighting moves that largely seemed a bit too elaborate for Lekan's tastes. Still, he enjoyed Quin's display from the relative safety of hiding behind some debris.
"Time we show this lot how the Ondari get things done," Tep said. "Concentrate fire on the last one!" Safe in the knowledge that the assorted adventurers would be able to finish off the already gravely wounded Cazadore, the Ondari and their Wardens began firing at their new target. The Warden next to Lekan stood up to its full height and drew its sword, pointing it towards the mighty beast as if issuing a challenge. The blade began to glow with pale blue flame as the Warden advanced, taking a few shots at the Cazadore with its plasma pistol before holstering the weapon and breaking into a sprint. Dodging fireballs with surprising agility, the Warden closed the distance between it and the creature, leaping onto its front leg and trying to climb further up on to its body, hacking away at the leg with its spellblade whenever possible.
"Time we show this lot how the Ondari get things done," Tep said. "Concentrate fire on the last one!" Safe in the knowledge that the assorted adventurers would be able to finish off the already gravely wounded Cazadore, the Ondari and their Wardens began firing at their new target. The Warden next to Lekan stood up to its full height and drew its sword, pointing it towards the mighty beast as if issuing a challenge. The blade began to glow with pale blue flame as the Warden advanced, taking a few shots at the Cazadore with its plasma pistol before holstering the weapon and breaking into a sprint. Dodging fireballs with surprising agility, the Warden closed the distance between it and the creature, leaping onto its front leg and trying to climb further up on to its body, hacking away at the leg with its spellblade whenever possible.
Now is Keeton's chance, he was going to catch the girl of his dreams in his arms. She would be so happy they would start dating, and then she would turn to a life of piracy. Keeton could imagine crushing the skulls of his enemies under his boot, with the lovely pink haired girl. But that was ruined the moment Clockwork flew in and saved her. He glared at the purple protector for a moment, and then with all the rage built up from the rescue lashed out with his blade onto the creatures eye. Keeton was too embarrassed, everyone had probably seen him try and catch the woman. His face blushed with anger as he took swing after swing at the beast. Keeton realized the Cazadore could be manageable for the wardens to control now so he rushed over to another fight.
Keeton sees Ophelia staring down the Cazadore, a spectacle to say the least. Rugged metal spikes loom over the beast waiting to impale the creature entirely, all she needs is a distraction. "HEY! Lion prick!" Keeton shouts successfully getting the attention of the Cazadore. "FUCK YOU MATE!" He screams pulling out his jolly roger and rapidly firing bolts towards the beasts direction. Hopefully the demon looking thing acts fast because the Cazadore is really pissed off, Keeton thinks to himself. The lion charges towards the pirate with a mouth now completely filled with a red hot fireball aiming right towards him. "Fuck this is gonna hurt..." he says quietly as he continues to stand his ground, and shoot laser bolts into the gigantic beast.
Keeton sees Ophelia staring down the Cazadore, a spectacle to say the least. Rugged metal spikes loom over the beast waiting to impale the creature entirely, all she needs is a distraction. "HEY! Lion prick!" Keeton shouts successfully getting the attention of the Cazadore. "FUCK YOU MATE!" He screams pulling out his jolly roger and rapidly firing bolts towards the beasts direction. Hopefully the demon looking thing acts fast because the Cazadore is really pissed off, Keeton thinks to himself. The lion charges towards the pirate with a mouth now completely filled with a red hot fireball aiming right towards him. "Fuck this is gonna hurt..." he says quietly as he continues to stand his ground, and shoot laser bolts into the gigantic beast.
Ophelia was just about to impale the beast until she heard shouting coming from her left. A raggedly dressed pirate was yelling at the Cazadore to get it's attention. Was he crazy?! She watched as the mangled-face Cazadore charged at Keeton, ready to attack. Ophelia was tempted to not intervene, just to see what would happen but, at the last moment she brings her metal blades down into the Cazadore. One impaled through it's back, one jabbed into it's hind leg, and the last on coming down on the already mangled skull. That blade ran through and stopped the Cazadore mere inches from K2. It let out a horrific dying screech as it wriggled and writhed on the ground. The blades had pinned it to the street. The intense heat of the Cazadore was slowly melting the blades, but it was too late, the damage was done. It glared at Keeton just before it's eyes roll back into it's skull.
Ophelia watched momentarily at the dying Cazadore, then at Keeton. Then at the other Cazadore still fighting with the Wardens. She glanced back knowing Mosa couldn't be too far behind. Quietly, Ophelia eased herself down to sit on a bench that amazingly was still intact. She winced with every movement, the burns from before were healing, but at a slow pace. 'I could use a bath...' she thought to herself.
Ophelia watched momentarily at the dying Cazadore, then at Keeton. Then at the other Cazadore still fighting with the Wardens. She glanced back knowing Mosa couldn't be too far behind. Quietly, Ophelia eased herself down to sit on a bench that amazingly was still intact. She winced with every movement, the burns from before were healing, but at a slow pace. 'I could use a bath...' she thought to herself.
As Cubey came back to his feet, with debris floating around himself, he saw Deunan leaping out of the purple robot he saw earlier, suddenly crying out the name of her attack as she slashed at the Cazadore with some kind of pink energy sword, causing to Cubey to return the cheering; "Gooooooooo Deunan! Your as cool and string as ranger pink! Maybe even better!", adding whoops and arm flailing into the mix, as he also watched Quin suddenly spin around firing beams at the colossal beast, like a deadly light show and called out; "Goooooooo Quin! Disco Infernooooo!Show that meanie kitty who's boss!"
He also cheered along to Clockworks attack, until he froze in place as the droid was batted aside by the partial blinded monster's tail, his eye having been sliced into by one of the pirate's attacks, leaving the mutant beastman speechless. He was all the more without words as he saw how injured the monster was, seeming to struggle to even attempt to fight back, which Cubey wasn't entirely sure was a good thing or not. He eyed up their singed fur and flesh, there cut eye, the damage to it's face, the scars from Deunan's attack, and it's armor blown apart to pieces.
It came as a nasty shock however, when Cubey turned his head to see two more of the great feline kings arrive, his face turning pale as he saw them both, freezing in place, though noticed that the Ondari and the Wardens had shifted focus on one of the newer Cazadores, with one Warden in particular managing to sprint over to to their new foe and slash wildly at their front leg as it clambered up it, leaving Cubey to exhale in amazement and scream out; "WOW! Your super tough too Mr. Bug Robot thing!Go get him!", seeming to have forgotten his mixed feelings of the greatly injured Cazadore that came before this one, applauding cheerfully before giving Lekan and Tep a little wave.
His own attention was diverted as he turned to the sweary taunts of K2 at the first Cazadore, suddenly opening fire at the beast, surprisingly holding his ground as it charged towards him about to launch a fireball from it's mouth!
"Quick pirate guy! Run! The meanie kitty is gonna eat you! Don't stand their, that's bad!", Cubey called out desperately, until he jumped back with a yelp as suddenly some sharp metal blades suddenly slammed down into the monstrous animal's body, piercing through it's skull, back, and leg, stopping it just a few steps away from the pirate, as Cubey threw up in the corner, dropping the debris from loss of concentration and managed to glimpse the strange pale and tailed lady from earlier sitting down calmly, oblivious to her causing the Cazadore's death.
He cried a little as he saw the huge creature was dead, and wandered over to Lekan's group of Ondari and Wardens nervously and filled with nausea, managing to mumble; "One of them is dead now. Ummmm, should I go fight this one that you and Tep and your buddies are fighting? I'm not feeling too great but I can still fight because I'm the 'Super Duper' Cubey. I think.", scratching his head in worry as he chattered with his recently found friend, seeming to be loosing focus on the battle around him as he talked away nervously.
He also cheered along to Clockworks attack, until he froze in place as the droid was batted aside by the partial blinded monster's tail, his eye having been sliced into by one of the pirate's attacks, leaving the mutant beastman speechless. He was all the more without words as he saw how injured the monster was, seeming to struggle to even attempt to fight back, which Cubey wasn't entirely sure was a good thing or not. He eyed up their singed fur and flesh, there cut eye, the damage to it's face, the scars from Deunan's attack, and it's armor blown apart to pieces.
It came as a nasty shock however, when Cubey turned his head to see two more of the great feline kings arrive, his face turning pale as he saw them both, freezing in place, though noticed that the Ondari and the Wardens had shifted focus on one of the newer Cazadores, with one Warden in particular managing to sprint over to to their new foe and slash wildly at their front leg as it clambered up it, leaving Cubey to exhale in amazement and scream out; "WOW! Your super tough too Mr. Bug Robot thing!Go get him!", seeming to have forgotten his mixed feelings of the greatly injured Cazadore that came before this one, applauding cheerfully before giving Lekan and Tep a little wave.
His own attention was diverted as he turned to the sweary taunts of K2 at the first Cazadore, suddenly opening fire at the beast, surprisingly holding his ground as it charged towards him about to launch a fireball from it's mouth!
"Quick pirate guy! Run! The meanie kitty is gonna eat you! Don't stand their, that's bad!", Cubey called out desperately, until he jumped back with a yelp as suddenly some sharp metal blades suddenly slammed down into the monstrous animal's body, piercing through it's skull, back, and leg, stopping it just a few steps away from the pirate, as Cubey threw up in the corner, dropping the debris from loss of concentration and managed to glimpse the strange pale and tailed lady from earlier sitting down calmly, oblivious to her causing the Cazadore's death.
He cried a little as he saw the huge creature was dead, and wandered over to Lekan's group of Ondari and Wardens nervously and filled with nausea, managing to mumble; "One of them is dead now. Ummmm, should I go fight this one that you and Tep and your buddies are fighting? I'm not feeling too great but I can still fight because I'm the 'Super Duper' Cubey. I think.", scratching his head in worry as he chattered with his recently found friend, seeming to be loosing focus on the battle around him as he talked away nervously.
The setting changes from F.S.S. Realta Nua to Stratevaria Galaxy
Something dropped from the ceiling vent above the last Cazadore. With all the fighters converging on it however, it was likely unnecessary that Ciril intervene at this point. All the same, he knew to get to the bottom of this, the threat had to be neutrailized, as he twisted in mid air and fired lasers directed at the Cazadore's eyes, catching the tip of its horn and swinging down to the floor, rolling and firing again at the beat's paw pads. The Ondari swished by him, dodging flames, and he could see Clockwork holding Deunan. Twisting around he could see K2 and... a creature with obvious heavy bio modification- Ophelia... also a strange giraffe like creature. What a mess. He scanned around again, looking for the source of the commotion, the one that caused this attack in the first place....
The setting changes from Stratevaria Galaxy to F.S.S. Realta Nua
The only warning Graves receives of Beatrice's imminent attack is the sound of feet running through the doorway. Exhaling quickly, he allows himself to fall in a controlled fashion to the floor as the back of his leg is kicked in by Beatrice. With his face pressed against the dust, he remains motionless as she stands on top of him, gloating over her apparent victory.
"A pleasure to see you to, dear, How nice of you to stop by," he responds sarcastically. Yes, his annoyance with the Ishkavi was increasing quite quickly. Maybe he would torture her with pasta if he had the chance. That would certainly be a very interesting proposition, especially considering the soft, flexible nature of the food item. Grunting as his arm was wrenched up from the ground and touched to Beatrice's own. The small ding of a data transfer emanates from his data-pad as his wrist is released from her grip.
He chuckles in a sardonic fashion. "Hope you like Warden code and some fairly common Dagojouiisan combat protocols. Ain't much else in there. Won't teach you how to build him at any rate." As Beatrice stepped off his back, he drew in a ragged breath and flexed his muscles to rid them of the soreness. Physical fitness was something he participated in but he hadn't seen actual combat in a while. He had forgotten the fatigue that accompanied exertion. Knife skills, however, he never gave up. If he could just get another power blade, then he would teach Beatrice a little lesson.
Sitting up as Beatrice confronted the other free, he scoffed at Beatrice as she 'complimented' Megahertz. He responded to Gelon, backing up towards the body of the Cazadore, "I teamed with Sentinel a few times back in the day, and Ms. Schwartz here works for the guy in the sky, aka Drakov. If Drakov had his way, Sentinel would simply be the blueprint for a personal army of his. Isn't that right Beatrice?" By that point he was reclining against the Greater Beast.
Dropping his broken gun onto the floor, he slipped the power knife out of his coat and began sharpening it needlessly. "I know Sentinel wouldn't approve of such an action. That's why he isn't in a military outfit in the first place." Examining the edge, he ran the blade against the skin of the Cazadore, breaking it but not cutting deep enough to draw blood. "So how about you hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back no more."
"A pleasure to see you to, dear, How nice of you to stop by," he responds sarcastically. Yes, his annoyance with the Ishkavi was increasing quite quickly. Maybe he would torture her with pasta if he had the chance. That would certainly be a very interesting proposition, especially considering the soft, flexible nature of the food item. Grunting as his arm was wrenched up from the ground and touched to Beatrice's own. The small ding of a data transfer emanates from his data-pad as his wrist is released from her grip.
He chuckles in a sardonic fashion. "Hope you like Warden code and some fairly common Dagojouiisan combat protocols. Ain't much else in there. Won't teach you how to build him at any rate." As Beatrice stepped off his back, he drew in a ragged breath and flexed his muscles to rid them of the soreness. Physical fitness was something he participated in but he hadn't seen actual combat in a while. He had forgotten the fatigue that accompanied exertion. Knife skills, however, he never gave up. If he could just get another power blade, then he would teach Beatrice a little lesson.
Sitting up as Beatrice confronted the other free, he scoffed at Beatrice as she 'complimented' Megahertz. He responded to Gelon, backing up towards the body of the Cazadore, "I teamed with Sentinel a few times back in the day, and Ms. Schwartz here works for the guy in the sky, aka Drakov. If Drakov had his way, Sentinel would simply be the blueprint for a personal army of his. Isn't that right Beatrice?" By that point he was reclining against the Greater Beast.
Dropping his broken gun onto the floor, he slipped the power knife out of his coat and began sharpening it needlessly. "I know Sentinel wouldn't approve of such an action. That's why he isn't in a military outfit in the first place." Examining the edge, he ran the blade against the skin of the Cazadore, breaking it but not cutting deep enough to draw blood. "So how about you hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back no more."
With the battle clearly in their favour, the Ondari and their Wardens swiftly regrouped, forming a firing line once more to provide a heavy rain of fire support for the Warden on the Cazadore. The sword-wielding synthetic had climbed up past its shoulder at this point and was repeatedly slashing into its back, causing the massive creature to roar out in pain as the hail of plasma bolts and laser beams continued to hit it.
In all the noise and the carnage, Lekan was surprised when Cubey appeared right next to him. While he had certainly heard the odd-looking Beastman's shouts of encouragement in the heat of battle, Cubey certainly didn't look like he was enjoying himself so much now. As someone who felt so out of place on the battlefield, Lekan couldn't help but sympathise.
"Are you mental?!" Tep interjected. "Either we take these things down or they'll tear us apart!" The orange Ondari had a point, but Lekan found himself agreeing more with Cubey now that the initial confidence had faded away for the both of them. "...Not all of us are fighters, Tep. The Wardens seem to have this covered, so I doubt the two of us would be pivotal in subduing the beast. Come on, Cubey. We don't have to fight if we don't need to." Lekan paused only to glance up at Quin flying around before putting a bit of distance between himself and the conflict. Would she think any less of him for choosing not to fight?
In all the noise and the carnage, Lekan was surprised when Cubey appeared right next to him. While he had certainly heard the odd-looking Beastman's shouts of encouragement in the heat of battle, Cubey certainly didn't look like he was enjoying himself so much now. As someone who felt so out of place on the battlefield, Lekan couldn't help but sympathise.
"Are you mental?!" Tep interjected. "Either we take these things down or they'll tear us apart!" The orange Ondari had a point, but Lekan found himself agreeing more with Cubey now that the initial confidence had faded away for the both of them. "...Not all of us are fighters, Tep. The Wardens seem to have this covered, so I doubt the two of us would be pivotal in subduing the beast. Come on, Cubey. We don't have to fight if we don't need to." Lekan paused only to glance up at Quin flying around before putting a bit of distance between himself and the conflict. Would she think any less of him for choosing not to fight?
Keeton continued to fire at the charging beast, it seems as if the demon thing was just going to let him die for helping her out. "Quick pirate guy! Run!" A voice of a child can be heard screaming at Keeton, but he insisted in staying his ground. The Cazadore now only a few feet from either consuming or cooking him, suddenly stopped moving. The giant metal blade shot down piercing the monster's head. The embers died directly in front of Keeton's shocked face.
"OI! You scared me half to death!" Keeton screams at Ophelia. He turns around to see just who was telling him to move. He sees a green giraffe type beast man that looks like a child. When Cubey meets eyes with him, the pirate salutes the little mutation and screams "Thanks for the warning mate!" What is someone as young as him doing on the Nua, he thinks to himself. No matter, there is still one Cazadore left. Keeton rushes to fight the last monster with his fellow adventurers by his side. He blasts away at the beast with his hand cannon and slices it with his cutlass, dodging and prodding around the monster as more mercenaries and heroes show up to finally get rid off the Cazadore threat
"OI! You scared me half to death!" Keeton screams at Ophelia. He turns around to see just who was telling him to move. He sees a green giraffe type beast man that looks like a child. When Cubey meets eyes with him, the pirate salutes the little mutation and screams "Thanks for the warning mate!" What is someone as young as him doing on the Nua, he thinks to himself. No matter, there is still one Cazadore left. Keeton rushes to fight the last monster with his fellow adventurers by his side. He blasts away at the beast with his hand cannon and slices it with his cutlass, dodging and prodding around the monster as more mercenaries and heroes show up to finally get rid off the Cazadore threat
"Gelon Deskovitch, it seems as if you are suffering from a nano bot deficiency. I would be suprised if you could even the pull the trigger of that gun you are carrying." Without even a moments hesitation, Beatrice hacks into the Darkov weapon and discharges the clip. She then swings her elbow into the arm of the wounded Gelon, she grabs the arm that is flung into the air and pulls the trigger on the pistol. "Relax sweety, I'm not here to hurt you." Beatrice gives a very friendly inviting smile to the mercenary. Her knee shoots up and hits Gelon in the groin sending the already hurting man to his knees. "Much," She says snickering at the sight of both Graves and Deskovitch. She pulls out a small syringe and places it in Gelon's hands. "A gift from Boris, be sure to thank him for sparing your pathetic life."
Beatrice examines the work of Graves digging into the cazadore, "What the hell do you think you are doing 'Kent'?" She says looking angrily towards the mobster now carving up the fallen beast. Before receiving an answer she turns to look back at megahertz. Beatrice's eyes wandering up and down along the young Ishkavi's body. "So darling, can you tell me where I can find your robot friend?" Beatrice says putting on her best friendly and compassionate voice. Beatrice turns her head to Ridley. "How about you Popsicle, Boris will be more then impressed if one of his own were to find something of this expense." She says pulling out a stack of credits from inside her shirt.
Beatrice examines the work of Graves digging into the cazadore, "What the hell do you think you are doing 'Kent'?" She says looking angrily towards the mobster now carving up the fallen beast. Before receiving an answer she turns to look back at megahertz. Beatrice's eyes wandering up and down along the young Ishkavi's body. "So darling, can you tell me where I can find your robot friend?" Beatrice says putting on her best friendly and compassionate voice. Beatrice turns her head to Ridley. "How about you Popsicle, Boris will be more then impressed if one of his own were to find something of this expense." She says pulling out a stack of credits from inside her shirt.
Gelon slump to the ground and nearly couldn't stay together as he was handed the syringe and was kicked in the groin "I think Kent is right" he said and inject himself "that is why I ask you too leave without any data. I might work for Boris but that doesn't mean I agree with everything" he said as he got up and his vision returned "and I won't ask again nicely, so hand over the data and leave" he said and grabbed a medium sized melee weapon, this time no fancy technology to put him out of the game "your welcome to help Kent"
One by one, the lions fall. The remaining adventurers aboard the Realta Nua put up a most impressive fight. Boris eyed each and every one of them. Yes. These were the people he needed: these were the survivors that Graves have provided him. Boris honestly felt thankful, and made a mental note to return the favor later. Ophelia the Lunatic, Wicked King Mosa, Black Bolt Beatrice, Frozen Vanguard Ridley, Graves the Gangster, the Ondari and the Wardens, Veteran Quin Veta, that pirate wretch, 'Super Duper' Cubey, the enigmatic snek, and....'Clockwork'. Only today's survivors will be worthy to fight in Battlefield Stratevaria.
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Only one Cazadore remained, and it had been fighting Mosa. The blue gator shoved, punched, and tackled the fire lion with all his might, quickly wearing down the creature. "HAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHA!!!", Mosa roared and laughed with bloodthirsty glee. Jumping on top of the greater beast's head, his long, enormous hands gripped onto its prominent fangs, and pulled, snapping each fang in half violently. In a fit of rage, the beast entered into overdrive, and covered its entire body in flames, forcing Mosa to leap off its head with flaming pants.
"AAAGGGHFFFFF!", Mosa yelled out in frustation as he fell to the ground, and rolled around in a rather indignified manner, as he tried to put the fire out.
Meanwhile, Ophelia, Cubey, and Lekan could watch as, under the broken artificial sunset, the Ondari, the Warden, Deunan, Quin, and K2 finished off the last remaining Cazadore. It lets out one last, agonized scream - not even a roar, a scream, - before bursting into flames and disintegrating into ash.
Ash fell on the broken interior of the Realta Nua. the blaring alarm felt like ambient noise by now, the bodies of fellow adventurers and civillians strewn about around the adventurers. Brave adventurers, innocent, terrified civillians. Only fighting for their lives, they became a casualty in this terror. As Mosa's battle-lust died down, his expression became visibly horrified. With smoke still rising from his pants,he looked around, taking in the sight of every dead man, woman, and children around him. Flashbacks about the Galactic War proceeded to assault him over and over again, and he became completely still, with that horrified expression frozen into his face.
Quin closed her cannons, and did not look at anybody else. Not the dead, not the living. She gazed to the ceiling, above everyone else, making sure nobody would be able to see her face.
Deunan looked at everyone with a smile on her face, pumping a fist in the air. "We did it!........ Guys!!....Guys?" She was confident, impulsive...until she caught sight of the dead. Her shoulders sag and her smile faded. They had won, but...at what cost? She slowly glanced at Cubey at the corner, feeling a great worry for the man child. She then looked around, at the Cazadores. Her eyes dimmed with sadness, as she saw the expression on each of the great lions. Hatred. Agony. Despair. The Cazadores may have been the "Bad guys", but...was killing them so brutally really necessary?, Deunan pondered.
Deunan decided to think of such matters for another day. For now, she walked towards Lekan, Ophelia, and Cubey. She looked at each of them with a warm and genuine smile. She could almost feel the doubtness, anger, and grief in them. But this was why she chose to be a singer. She hoped to bring a little bit of joy, no matter how difficult, into people's lives. After a brief moment, she spoke up. "Hey, guys...."
A brief pause.
Then she tilted her head, winked, and gave a thumbs up. "Good job."
Ozma looked over at her sister and the three aliens while huddling in a corner behind an alley. He never understood why her sister cared so much about these dirty aliens. Despite being siblings, they were complete opposites. Deunan radiated love from all her being, while Ozma spew hate from every one of his holes. He could not help but feel jealous...but at the same time, he could not help but love her. And that was why, as much as he hated his father, he will not let any harm fall on his sister.
Darkstar's voice resurfaced in Byatis' head. "Byatis. Your contract has been updated. The client and the terms has changed, but the target remains the same." Darkstar proceeded to mark Anguirre Knight's location - he entered the ship a few minutes ago. He was injured along the way, and is currently riding the elevator up towards the bridge. If Byatis retains the element of surprise, he should be able to kill the protector with one well-placed sneak attack.
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As Ciril scanned the ship, he found a peculiar activity in the upper class district. The last half an hour of fighting was focused so much on the park..and yet, a sizeable number of people had remained there - a gangster, a Drakov officer, an ishkavi woman, a one-armed mercenary, an ice elemental, and a fallen Cazadore. They were in a bit of a standoff. It seemed rather...suspicious.
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Megahertz breathed a sigh of relief as 'Clark Kent' entered the house. As anticlimactic as it was, and as much as she felt bad for Gelon for missing the chance to prove himself (again), at least it was all over. Ridley rested on one knee and planted his shield on the ground, still on guard as 'Clark Kent' entered. He stared up at him cautiously and suspiciously, but decided to hold his tongue for now.
Before they could answer Graves' polite request though, Beatrice came in to kick at Graves, causing Megahertz to jolt back in surprise, and Ridley to tilt his head. "H-Hey-!!",Megahertz began to protest, but before she could say much, she saw Beatrice move a little too close for her comfort. She blushed a bit and at the same time stuttered, feeling very, very awkward despite slightly appreciating the comment. "I.. d-don't b-b-b-bend that way."
Ridley shrugged. "We've no idea where he was! Maybe he blew up.", he nonchalantly said.
Megahertz turned to Ridley and snapped at him,"Don't jump to conclusions!!"
They proceeded to watch as Beatrice approached Gelon. Ridley visibly flinched when Beatrice kneed the one armed mercenary in the grotch, while Megahertz looked on with a very worried expression. "Gelon!!", she shouted.
Ridley rolled his single eye. It seemed like he would just have to live with the ice puns. He eyed the credits Beatrice pulled out, becoming quite enticed. Had he actually known where Sentinel was...
"Look! We don't know where he was!! We were focused on that Cazadore, we barely got to do anything! Right??", Megahertz panickedly spoke, glancing at Ridley and Gelon to gain their support. She then backed away further from Beatrice when she eyed her up and down. A chill ran up her spine, and her hands tremble as she place them on the wall.
Ridley nodded, shrugging a bit. "Look, 'catbug, I'm just here for the money. I'd tell you where the robot went if I knew, but I don't, so I won't."
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Only one Cazadore remained, and it had been fighting Mosa. The blue gator shoved, punched, and tackled the fire lion with all his might, quickly wearing down the creature. "HAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHA!!!", Mosa roared and laughed with bloodthirsty glee. Jumping on top of the greater beast's head, his long, enormous hands gripped onto its prominent fangs, and pulled, snapping each fang in half violently. In a fit of rage, the beast entered into overdrive, and covered its entire body in flames, forcing Mosa to leap off its head with flaming pants.
"AAAGGGHFFFFF!", Mosa yelled out in frustation as he fell to the ground, and rolled around in a rather indignified manner, as he tried to put the fire out.
Meanwhile, Ophelia, Cubey, and Lekan could watch as, under the broken artificial sunset, the Ondari, the Warden, Deunan, Quin, and K2 finished off the last remaining Cazadore. It lets out one last, agonized scream - not even a roar, a scream, - before bursting into flames and disintegrating into ash.
Ash fell on the broken interior of the Realta Nua. the blaring alarm felt like ambient noise by now, the bodies of fellow adventurers and civillians strewn about around the adventurers. Brave adventurers, innocent, terrified civillians. Only fighting for their lives, they became a casualty in this terror. As Mosa's battle-lust died down, his expression became visibly horrified. With smoke still rising from his pants,he looked around, taking in the sight of every dead man, woman, and children around him. Flashbacks about the Galactic War proceeded to assault him over and over again, and he became completely still, with that horrified expression frozen into his face.
Quin closed her cannons, and did not look at anybody else. Not the dead, not the living. She gazed to the ceiling, above everyone else, making sure nobody would be able to see her face.
Deunan looked at everyone with a smile on her face, pumping a fist in the air. "We did it!........ Guys!!....Guys?" She was confident, impulsive...until she caught sight of the dead. Her shoulders sag and her smile faded. They had won, but...at what cost? She slowly glanced at Cubey at the corner, feeling a great worry for the man child. She then looked around, at the Cazadores. Her eyes dimmed with sadness, as she saw the expression on each of the great lions. Hatred. Agony. Despair. The Cazadores may have been the "Bad guys", but...was killing them so brutally really necessary?, Deunan pondered.
Deunan decided to think of such matters for another day. For now, she walked towards Lekan, Ophelia, and Cubey. She looked at each of them with a warm and genuine smile. She could almost feel the doubtness, anger, and grief in them. But this was why she chose to be a singer. She hoped to bring a little bit of joy, no matter how difficult, into people's lives. After a brief moment, she spoke up. "Hey, guys...."
A brief pause.
Then she tilted her head, winked, and gave a thumbs up. "Good job."
Ozma looked over at her sister and the three aliens while huddling in a corner behind an alley. He never understood why her sister cared so much about these dirty aliens. Despite being siblings, they were complete opposites. Deunan radiated love from all her being, while Ozma spew hate from every one of his holes. He could not help but feel jealous...but at the same time, he could not help but love her. And that was why, as much as he hated his father, he will not let any harm fall on his sister.
Darkstar's voice resurfaced in Byatis' head. "Byatis. Your contract has been updated. The client and the terms has changed, but the target remains the same." Darkstar proceeded to mark Anguirre Knight's location - he entered the ship a few minutes ago. He was injured along the way, and is currently riding the elevator up towards the bridge. If Byatis retains the element of surprise, he should be able to kill the protector with one well-placed sneak attack.
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As Ciril scanned the ship, he found a peculiar activity in the upper class district. The last half an hour of fighting was focused so much on the park..and yet, a sizeable number of people had remained there - a gangster, a Drakov officer, an ishkavi woman, a one-armed mercenary, an ice elemental, and a fallen Cazadore. They were in a bit of a standoff. It seemed rather...suspicious.
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Megahertz breathed a sigh of relief as 'Clark Kent' entered the house. As anticlimactic as it was, and as much as she felt bad for Gelon for missing the chance to prove himself (again), at least it was all over. Ridley rested on one knee and planted his shield on the ground, still on guard as 'Clark Kent' entered. He stared up at him cautiously and suspiciously, but decided to hold his tongue for now.
Before they could answer Graves' polite request though, Beatrice came in to kick at Graves, causing Megahertz to jolt back in surprise, and Ridley to tilt his head. "H-Hey-!!",Megahertz began to protest, but before she could say much, she saw Beatrice move a little too close for her comfort. She blushed a bit and at the same time stuttered, feeling very, very awkward despite slightly appreciating the comment. "I.. d-don't b-b-b-bend that way."
Ridley shrugged. "We've no idea where he was! Maybe he blew up.", he nonchalantly said.
Megahertz turned to Ridley and snapped at him,"Don't jump to conclusions!!"
They proceeded to watch as Beatrice approached Gelon. Ridley visibly flinched when Beatrice kneed the one armed mercenary in the grotch, while Megahertz looked on with a very worried expression. "Gelon!!", she shouted.
Ridley rolled his single eye. It seemed like he would just have to live with the ice puns. He eyed the credits Beatrice pulled out, becoming quite enticed. Had he actually known where Sentinel was...
"Look! We don't know where he was!! We were focused on that Cazadore, we barely got to do anything! Right??", Megahertz panickedly spoke, glancing at Ridley and Gelon to gain their support. She then backed away further from Beatrice when she eyed her up and down. A chill ran up her spine, and her hands tremble as she place them on the wall.
Ridley nodded, shrugging a bit. "Look, 'catbug, I'm just here for the money. I'd tell you where the robot went if I knew, but I don't, so I won't."
As Cubey sniffled alongside Lekan and Tep, he noticed yet another rather strange newcomer join the battle, which he recognized as the scale beastman he also saw in the park earlier, wondering if everyone he saw in the park was going to turn up, before being more focused in being impressed with his combat skills as he assaulted the Cazadore in mid air, where his thoughts changed to thinking about how powerful all these people were, including his new friends. He suddenly felt extremely insignificant.
Before he could think much about comparing his talents to the others around him, he was dragged back into focus of Lekan and Tep, the later seeming rather annoyed at Lekan as his friend told him he didn't have to fight, telling Cubey to follow along, who complied by holding one of the Ondari's, tentacles and stumbled along after him, sucking on his hoof as he tried to think of what to say, though only managing to shyly wave at the pirate from earlier in thanks of his gratitude. He then proceed to take the signed juice box out of his pocket and clutch it like a teddy bear.
He scuttled behind Lekan fearfully as he saw the alligator beastman he had seen fighting some of the raiders before was now combating the last Cazadore by himself who burst into flames, grabbing at his antennae as if to cover them, miserably muttering under his breath as the fighting continued; "Can't stop smelling it. The blood. It stinks. It smells so bad. So very bad. Please make it go away. I don't want to smell it anymore."
He then began to whimper after giving a fearful yelp as the Cazadore that was caught in the onslaught by K2, Quin, Deunan, Tep, The Ondari, and The Wardens, gave a blood curdling scream of defeat as he became a raging inferno that vanished as the once terrifying monstrous beast crumpled into ash. Cubey shut his eyes before he could fully see what happened to the beast, a she began chanting to himself. "It's okay Cubey. Those giant kitties were just the bad guys. It wasn't you fault or your friends fault. They started it first. They were big meanies. They just lost is all. Not your fault. Not your fault. Not your fault.But it stinks it still stinks, blood stinks so bad."
His eye began tearing up once again, seeing the other stand around as miserably as he was, looking at them all sorrowfully until he heard Deunan's voice, to which he turned to face her and did his best to put on a brave smile, though his eyes gave away his feelings easily and replied; "Thanks Deunan. Ummm we beat the bad guys. We did good right? We did the right thing didn't we? Because were the good guys right?", as he shuffled over to her nervously, letting go of Lekan's tentacle, seeming worried about the answer, and doing his best to keep his eyes away from the sight of any of the corpses, whether they were the Cazadore, the mercenaries, civilians, or the raiders as well as avoiding the eyes of Ozma, Deunan's brother, as he seemed furious with him.
Before he could think much about comparing his talents to the others around him, he was dragged back into focus of Lekan and Tep, the later seeming rather annoyed at Lekan as his friend told him he didn't have to fight, telling Cubey to follow along, who complied by holding one of the Ondari's, tentacles and stumbled along after him, sucking on his hoof as he tried to think of what to say, though only managing to shyly wave at the pirate from earlier in thanks of his gratitude. He then proceed to take the signed juice box out of his pocket and clutch it like a teddy bear.
He scuttled behind Lekan fearfully as he saw the alligator beastman he had seen fighting some of the raiders before was now combating the last Cazadore by himself who burst into flames, grabbing at his antennae as if to cover them, miserably muttering under his breath as the fighting continued; "Can't stop smelling it. The blood. It stinks. It smells so bad. So very bad. Please make it go away. I don't want to smell it anymore."
He then began to whimper after giving a fearful yelp as the Cazadore that was caught in the onslaught by K2, Quin, Deunan, Tep, The Ondari, and The Wardens, gave a blood curdling scream of defeat as he became a raging inferno that vanished as the once terrifying monstrous beast crumpled into ash. Cubey shut his eyes before he could fully see what happened to the beast, a she began chanting to himself. "It's okay Cubey. Those giant kitties were just the bad guys. It wasn't you fault or your friends fault. They started it first. They were big meanies. They just lost is all. Not your fault. Not your fault. Not your fault.But it stinks it still stinks, blood stinks so bad."
His eye began tearing up once again, seeing the other stand around as miserably as he was, looking at them all sorrowfully until he heard Deunan's voice, to which he turned to face her and did his best to put on a brave smile, though his eyes gave away his feelings easily and replied; "Thanks Deunan. Ummm we beat the bad guys. We did good right? We did the right thing didn't we? Because were the good guys right?", as he shuffled over to her nervously, letting go of Lekan's tentacle, seeming worried about the answer, and doing his best to keep his eyes away from the sight of any of the corpses, whether they were the Cazadore, the mercenaries, civilians, or the raiders as well as avoiding the eyes of Ozma, Deunan's brother, as he seemed furious with him.
Ophelia glanced at mosa taking on a Cazadore himself just like she had. The edge of her mouth curled up ever so slightly watching Mosa flail around with flaming pants. But soured again when she heard Keeton yelling back at her about scaring him. She couldn't care less. Suddenly, she heard this soft, gentle voice coming from the pink-haired woman. The voice cut into her thoughts like a blade as she looked at Deunan. Slowly, Ophelia stood up, taking in the sight of all the carnage. Was she supposed to feel any sort of sorrow? Because she couldn't feel a thing. Regret? Sorrow? Nothing. Ophelia quietly walked past Cubey, Lekan and Deunan. Though she did feel a short instance of an emotion when she glanced at Cubey. Sympathy? Maybe. Cubey definitely couldn't have been a normal beastman and the only conclusion she could arrive at was experimentation. Just like her. But she kept her thoughts to herself. Her footsteps towards Mosa were muffled by the still blaring alarm, watching silently as Mosa brushed the flames off his pants.
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Byatis nodded. 'On it' he thought back. The bridge elevator! He was already at the elevator hub so that was a stroke of luck. Byatis looked up and saw the one operational elevator heading upwards. That must be it! Acting quickly, Byatis activated his camouflage and leaped onto the outside of the towering elevator shaft, climbing as fast as he could to catch up with the elevator. His fast movements came at a cost. Every time his shoulder moved, he wretched in pain as the gunshot from K2 hadn't healed just yet. And every movement would reopen the wound. But this was a pretty important contract, at least thats what Byatis thought. Darkstar had never had to communicate this much with him on any assignment..
After a few moments, Byatis was above the elevator and tackled through an air vent. His massive size was only barely able to squeeze in through the vents. But lucky a big ship had big things. Like air vents. Byatis opened the grate and quietly slithered his tail into a striking position. At any moment, Anguirre Knight would walk through the elevator doors and meet his doom.
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Byatis nodded. 'On it' he thought back. The bridge elevator! He was already at the elevator hub so that was a stroke of luck. Byatis looked up and saw the one operational elevator heading upwards. That must be it! Acting quickly, Byatis activated his camouflage and leaped onto the outside of the towering elevator shaft, climbing as fast as he could to catch up with the elevator. His fast movements came at a cost. Every time his shoulder moved, he wretched in pain as the gunshot from K2 hadn't healed just yet. And every movement would reopen the wound. But this was a pretty important contract, at least thats what Byatis thought. Darkstar had never had to communicate this much with him on any assignment..
After a few moments, Byatis was above the elevator and tackled through an air vent. His massive size was only barely able to squeeze in through the vents. But lucky a big ship had big things. Like air vents. Byatis opened the grate and quietly slithered his tail into a striking position. At any moment, Anguirre Knight would walk through the elevator doors and meet his doom.
When the final Cazadore had died, the Warden held its spellblade aloft victoriously before rejoining its comrades, safe in the knowledge that the immediate safety of the Ondari and the other Wardens was assured. Not all of them had survived, sadly, but at least the vertebrates that were previously attacking them and the ship had either been routed or destroyed. Revenge had been exacted, and so they settled for that. Tep and his companions formed up and headed back down to the lower decks, making sure nobody tried following them to wherever it was they were headed within the ship.
Lekan looked out across the battlefield in mute horror. While the bodies of the Cazadores had disintegrated into large piles of ash, the same couldn't be said for the bodies of not just adventurers, but also innocent civilians that were strewn about the place. The smell of death hung in the air, and had this been outdoors there certainly would have been carrion birds arriving by now. Thankfully those he knew were still among the living, but it was probably going to take a good deal of time and manpower to get the ship repaired and cleaned before it could get underway again.
He watched as Deunan made her way over to him and Cubey, both appreciating her kind gesture and amazed that she had managed to keep her composure like this. The Interstellar Rose was a celebrity, and as such presumably used to coping with stress, but how often had she been in this kind of situation? Well... probably more than he had, since the girl had her own energy sword and clearly knew how to use it.
After a while, Lekan looked up again at where Quin was, wondering how she was doing in the aftermath of the battle. Unsurprisingly, she wasn't doing very much, but... she was looking upwards? Having so many eyes on her she probably didn't need to move her head to look at something like humans or Beastmen did, so why do it? Out of a mix of curiosity, worry, and being creeped out by Cubey muttering to himself, the Ondari quickly and quietly drifted upwards towards Quin, choosing to stay a respectful distance from her just in case. "Quin? A-Are you okay?" he asked, unable to keep the nervousness out of his voice.
Lekan looked out across the battlefield in mute horror. While the bodies of the Cazadores had disintegrated into large piles of ash, the same couldn't be said for the bodies of not just adventurers, but also innocent civilians that were strewn about the place. The smell of death hung in the air, and had this been outdoors there certainly would have been carrion birds arriving by now. Thankfully those he knew were still among the living, but it was probably going to take a good deal of time and manpower to get the ship repaired and cleaned before it could get underway again.
He watched as Deunan made her way over to him and Cubey, both appreciating her kind gesture and amazed that she had managed to keep her composure like this. The Interstellar Rose was a celebrity, and as such presumably used to coping with stress, but how often had she been in this kind of situation? Well... probably more than he had, since the girl had her own energy sword and clearly knew how to use it.
After a while, Lekan looked up again at where Quin was, wondering how she was doing in the aftermath of the battle. Unsurprisingly, she wasn't doing very much, but... she was looking upwards? Having so many eyes on her she probably didn't need to move her head to look at something like humans or Beastmen did, so why do it? Out of a mix of curiosity, worry, and being creeped out by Cubey muttering to himself, the Ondari quickly and quietly drifted upwards towards Quin, choosing to stay a respectful distance from her just in case. "Quin? A-Are you okay?" he asked, unable to keep the nervousness out of his voice.
The setting changes from Stratevaria Galaxy to F.S.S. Realta Nua
Keeton was dead silent as he removed the crimson stained Davy Jone from the corpse of the dead beast. The body went up in flames and began burning to a pile of ash. Keeton now drenched in all 3 creatures blood, could do nothing but stand watching the flames for a moment. He turned his head to see the field of bodies strewn about, the blood of the innocent pouring from their lifeless bodies. The adventurers that were left had been victorious, but at what price... He spotted Clockwork near the wreckage of the first beast and went to go help him up. As he walked through the remains of mercenaries, heroes, and civilians alike, something inside Keeton changed. He looked over to Lekan's group, the squid who he had wanted to kill only hours ago, he now looked at with sympathy.
Keeton makes his way over to Clockwork, and pulls him out from a pile of warden corpses. "Its been a tough day man, I need a drink." He says giving his friend a smile, tears forming in his eye.
The ruffian never had a family, never had friends. He was a bigot, and a loudmouth. A murderer, and a thief. He knew nothing of love and compassion, and had no morals. But the day the robot had pulled the pirate out of the dumpster, that had all changed.
Keeton makes his way over to Clockwork, and pulls him out from a pile of warden corpses. "Its been a tough day man, I need a drink." He says giving his friend a smile, tears forming in his eye.
The ruffian never had a family, never had friends. He was a bigot, and a loudmouth. A murderer, and a thief. He knew nothing of love and compassion, and had no morals. But the day the robot had pulled the pirate out of the dumpster, that had all changed.
Ciril knew he had to act fast to see the rest of this confrontation in the upper levels. This was the secondary part of his mission after all. He nimbly leaped over wreckage and fallen bodies, passing Clockwork and K2 along the way. "I'll see you two later. I still have work to do. ... Take care now." he said, seeing them unharmed. He touched his forehead with the tip of his head coil as a sort of casual salute and wave goodbye, and dashed off again, returning once again to the air vents.
Once inside the wiry Snek was easily able to move through the ship unseen. It was not long before he hovered above the motley assortment below. One was doubled over from just being kicked. Ah yes...he recognized him. Gelon Deskovich. He had read his file a long time ago. Interesting that he was still alive There were some new faces here as well, and some he had seen wandering about the ship, like the ice elemental, and Megahertz who had some rather..interesting connections that he had traced while finding her housing unit. Ciril removed his sunglasses and peered closer through the slots in the vent to figure out who was on who's side. Truth was, he was suspicious of Boris Drakov but this turn of events making him the victim was unexpected. He focused in on Graves who he had determined to be the brains behind this mess. Something in the back of his mind was also worrying what became of Byatis, who was a loose cannon as far as he was concerned...
Once inside the wiry Snek was easily able to move through the ship unseen. It was not long before he hovered above the motley assortment below. One was doubled over from just being kicked. Ah yes...he recognized him. Gelon Deskovich. He had read his file a long time ago. Interesting that he was still alive There were some new faces here as well, and some he had seen wandering about the ship, like the ice elemental, and Megahertz who had some rather..interesting connections that he had traced while finding her housing unit. Ciril removed his sunglasses and peered closer through the slots in the vent to figure out who was on who's side. Truth was, he was suspicious of Boris Drakov but this turn of events making him the victim was unexpected. He focused in on Graves who he had determined to be the brains behind this mess. Something in the back of his mind was also worrying what became of Byatis, who was a loose cannon as far as he was concerned...
Graves stared impassively at Beatrice as she droned on, smiling sardonically as she yelled at him. In response, he activated the power field on the blade and allowed the weapon to sink slowly into the Cazadore. Trembles rippled through the beast's body, unconscious reactions to the extreme physical pain coursing from the point of contact. Such useful items, powered objects.
Flicking the blade into an off position, he began flourishing the knife, afforded nothing else to do. Looking pointedly at Beatrice, he stated, "I, dearest, was simply testing out the effectiveness of my current weapon on a sufficiently sturdy target. Unless of course you would like to let me use you as practice." Grinning wolfishly, he moved to throw the knife. The blade shot forward, hilt sliding along Graves' palm blindingly fast, before arresting itself at his fingertips. Pirouetting the knife, he tucked it back into his sleeve.
Nodding sagely at Gelon as he picked up a weapon, Graves muttered a brief thanks before imperceptibly stiffening. Loosening the blade in his sleeve, he stood still as his synthetically enhanced senses picked up sound coming from above him. Glancing upwards, he stared at the vent in the ceiling of the room. Placing a finger to his lips in a sarcastic command of silence, he wondered who could possibly be watching them. If it hadn't been for a brief lull in the noise, he would never have detected whoever it was. Not that Graves cared much who found him for the moment. Everyone who wanted him dead or captured was somewhere else; not all were in the realm of the living, that he had made sure of.
Yawning, he stretched his arms, making small motions with his hands as he chanted under his breath. With much of his concentration already being poured into cloaking Sentinel, the incantation was taxing his physical strength instead of his willpower. Dropping his hands to his waist, still making small motions, he smiled. "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. I thank you all for being so kind as to attend me at my court. I fear that pressing matters draw me away at the moment. Thank you." With the cessation of his sentence, he uttered the last word of the spell and made a casting motion towards the ground. Shadow flowed from his hand in a thick stream, inky blackness consuming all sight. Within seconds, the substance filled the room, obscuring all vision except his until they activated an advanced sensor. In that brief time, he cloaked himself, stumbling from exhaustion as he did so. Jogging over to Sentinel, he lifted the frame of the once-mighty warrior, grunting with effort, before setting off.
Once clear of the building, he made his way back to the service tunnels, threading once again through the pipes and wires. Checking his data pad for the map, he slowly wound his way to the meeting area where his six surviving officers were. Entering the room, he snapped twice before dropping the cloaks on both him and Sentinel. Leaning the synthetic's body against the wall, he slumped next to it.
"You ok, boss?" queried one of the gangsters, a squat synthetic.
Laughter seized Graves as he though of his predicament. Uncomfortably, the others filed out of the room, leaving him alone. Laughter turned to wheezing yet continued. Oh no, he wasn't ok. He was victorious.
Flicking the blade into an off position, he began flourishing the knife, afforded nothing else to do. Looking pointedly at Beatrice, he stated, "I, dearest, was simply testing out the effectiveness of my current weapon on a sufficiently sturdy target. Unless of course you would like to let me use you as practice." Grinning wolfishly, he moved to throw the knife. The blade shot forward, hilt sliding along Graves' palm blindingly fast, before arresting itself at his fingertips. Pirouetting the knife, he tucked it back into his sleeve.
Nodding sagely at Gelon as he picked up a weapon, Graves muttered a brief thanks before imperceptibly stiffening. Loosening the blade in his sleeve, he stood still as his synthetically enhanced senses picked up sound coming from above him. Glancing upwards, he stared at the vent in the ceiling of the room. Placing a finger to his lips in a sarcastic command of silence, he wondered who could possibly be watching them. If it hadn't been for a brief lull in the noise, he would never have detected whoever it was. Not that Graves cared much who found him for the moment. Everyone who wanted him dead or captured was somewhere else; not all were in the realm of the living, that he had made sure of.
Yawning, he stretched his arms, making small motions with his hands as he chanted under his breath. With much of his concentration already being poured into cloaking Sentinel, the incantation was taxing his physical strength instead of his willpower. Dropping his hands to his waist, still making small motions, he smiled. "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. I thank you all for being so kind as to attend me at my court. I fear that pressing matters draw me away at the moment. Thank you." With the cessation of his sentence, he uttered the last word of the spell and made a casting motion towards the ground. Shadow flowed from his hand in a thick stream, inky blackness consuming all sight. Within seconds, the substance filled the room, obscuring all vision except his until they activated an advanced sensor. In that brief time, he cloaked himself, stumbling from exhaustion as he did so. Jogging over to Sentinel, he lifted the frame of the once-mighty warrior, grunting with effort, before setting off.
Once clear of the building, he made his way back to the service tunnels, threading once again through the pipes and wires. Checking his data pad for the map, he slowly wound his way to the meeting area where his six surviving officers were. Entering the room, he snapped twice before dropping the cloaks on both him and Sentinel. Leaning the synthetic's body against the wall, he slumped next to it.
"You ok, boss?" queried one of the gangsters, a squat synthetic.
Laughter seized Graves as he though of his predicament. Uncomfortably, the others filed out of the room, leaving him alone. Laughter turned to wheezing yet continued. Oh no, he wasn't ok. He was victorious.
Beatrice is starting to like the mobster more and more. Their interactions, as violent and deadly as they are, proved to be entertaining to her. "Oh heavens no, you should know I am not that kind of girl." She says looking directly at megahertz licking her lips with her long cat-like tongue. Beatrice's ears twitch lightly at the sound of Gelon's voice. Her expression, which is only visible to Ridley and Megahertz. Changes from a seductive playful face, to a terrifying and gruesome grin. The cat-like Ishkavi starts laughing hysterically as she turns around to confront her prey. Her head is tilted upwards slightly and madness is etched into her sadistic smile. Her neon green eyes beam with energy and her gauntlets buzz with power. "What did you just fucking say to me?"
Graves interrupts the "show" by motioning everyone to be quiet, in the next moment the mobster is gone. When the shadow magic finally clears, Beatrice looks to her right seeing apart of sentinel's damaged armor. Her grin fades to an expression of complete anger, he had been cloaking the robot the entire time. "Do you know who I am?! You cannot fathom what I am capable of, I am your superior IN EVERY FUCKING WAY!" She says lashing out at Gelon. She sends a signal to all nano bots located within the mercenaries arms to power off. "YOU LOW LIFE PIECE OF TRASH, YOU THINK YOU CAN ORDER ME AROUND?! I COULD KILL YOU IN MERE SECONDS WITH A FUCKING THOUGHT!" She activates one of her gauntlets extending the plasma blade. "I AM YOUR FUCKING GOD! WHEN I SAY WALK, YOU WALK! WHEN I SAY STOP, YOU FUCKING STOP! AND WHEN I SAY BOW, YOU BOW! Beatrice sends a signal to the nano bots in his lower legs, powering them down. Gelon drops helplessly to his knees, as beatrice puts the plasma near the man's neck. "Is that understood Mr. Deskovitch?" She says calming down a bit, but the remnants of her outrage still apparent on her face.
Graves interrupts the "show" by motioning everyone to be quiet, in the next moment the mobster is gone. When the shadow magic finally clears, Beatrice looks to her right seeing apart of sentinel's damaged armor. Her grin fades to an expression of complete anger, he had been cloaking the robot the entire time. "Do you know who I am?! You cannot fathom what I am capable of, I am your superior IN EVERY FUCKING WAY!" She says lashing out at Gelon. She sends a signal to all nano bots located within the mercenaries arms to power off. "YOU LOW LIFE PIECE OF TRASH, YOU THINK YOU CAN ORDER ME AROUND?! I COULD KILL YOU IN MERE SECONDS WITH A FUCKING THOUGHT!" She activates one of her gauntlets extending the plasma blade. "I AM YOUR FUCKING GOD! WHEN I SAY WALK, YOU WALK! WHEN I SAY STOP, YOU FUCKING STOP! AND WHEN I SAY BOW, YOU BOW! Beatrice sends a signal to the nano bots in his lower legs, powering them down. Gelon drops helplessly to his knees, as beatrice puts the plasma near the man's neck. "Is that understood Mr. Deskovitch?" She says calming down a bit, but the remnants of her outrage still apparent on her face.
Gelon grins and sighs "no" he simply says and punches with the handel of the blade against the side of her knee "megahertz go to Ridley!" He ordered her and got up and away from the plasma blades "I have no god cause I have my own faith in my hands" he said and jab the sword through plasma blade wrist bands "and you mess with the wrong mercenary" he said before he head butted her and let her fall on her back "I wanted to let you go unharmed but now you just ask for a beating, you see I can function just fine as long the 'controllers' are inside me, special nanobots that don't decay and make your signals useless cause the say ON!" he said and hold the blade on the ground "what would happen if I just rip one of those tentacles out? Mmmm? I bet a lot of pain" he said as he sit down on her hips and arke forward in the same way he had Deunan pinned "you know why you can't deactivate my controller nanobots? Cause they are me they are in my head feeding of the electricity I make with thinking, do you know the movie the matrix? Well if you do I think you know how they do it
The burst of strength so quickly was quite surprising really. Quite a shock as Beatrice was flung to the ground helpless, at least momentarily. It was quite funny to realize that Gelon didn't exactly understand what the nano bots did, and yet everyday he would inject himself with them. The nano bots subscribed exclusively for Gelon were made to seek out red blood cells and destroy the unknown parasite feasting on them. Without them he would die in a matter of seconds. However once embedded into the cell it goes into a dormant state in which the signal is lost forever until it decays filling the blood stream with much needed compounds such as iron and zinc. But of course since they were the best brand of prototype nano bots fashioned by Beatrice herself, they acted much faster then regular nano bots ever would. There was no way you could "turn off" a nano bot, but you could delay it. A delay that only lasted for approximately 48 seconds. Also what the fuck is the matrix?!
"I save your life twice, with my nanobots and this is my thanks. Wow you are almost worst then me." Beatrice says wincing from the pain of her tentacles being pulled. "Also this pin that you have me in sucks ass, you need to work on your craftsmanship." She says rolling easily out of his grip as the tentacle rips from her her scalp. "As much as that did hurt, it will grow back. Also you do know that this is plasma right, look at that blade its completely melted." Beatrice face palms. "What did Boris even see in you? Like you really expected me not to know what my machines do? Did that accident also fuck with your brain or something?" Jesus Christ, you're lucky I cant kill you." She says retracting her blade. "If you want the data then here, unfortunately for you the moment his information pad synced with mine it was sent to my personal database servers. In other words, neanderthal, private classified Darkov servers." She says as she sends the information to Gelon's public Darkov folder.
"Anyways kiddies I really do have to be going now it was fun chatting with you! I have already hacked into your communicator and placed my number there, so feel free to call me anytime." She says looking at megahertz. "Also Ridley, I think you have earned this." she says giving him the credits that she was clenching in her hand. "And you, stop being such a fucking douche bag." Beatrice yells at Gelon. "Oh and one last thing," she says looking up at the vents, "you have no dossier mystery man." Beatrice now directly speaks to Ciril spying from within the vents. "Tell Vlad I said hi!" she says as she walks off her tail swinging happily behind her.
"I save your life twice, with my nanobots and this is my thanks. Wow you are almost worst then me." Beatrice says wincing from the pain of her tentacles being pulled. "Also this pin that you have me in sucks ass, you need to work on your craftsmanship." She says rolling easily out of his grip as the tentacle rips from her her scalp. "As much as that did hurt, it will grow back. Also you do know that this is plasma right, look at that blade its completely melted." Beatrice face palms. "What did Boris even see in you? Like you really expected me not to know what my machines do? Did that accident also fuck with your brain or something?" Jesus Christ, you're lucky I cant kill you." She says retracting her blade. "If you want the data then here, unfortunately for you the moment his information pad synced with mine it was sent to my personal database servers. In other words, neanderthal, private classified Darkov servers." She says as she sends the information to Gelon's public Darkov folder.
"Anyways kiddies I really do have to be going now it was fun chatting with you! I have already hacked into your communicator and placed my number there, so feel free to call me anytime." She says looking at megahertz. "Also Ridley, I think you have earned this." she says giving him the credits that she was clenching in her hand. "And you, stop being such a fucking douche bag." Beatrice yells at Gelon. "Oh and one last thing," she says looking up at the vents, "you have no dossier mystery man." Beatrice now directly speaks to Ciril spying from within the vents. "Tell Vlad I said hi!" she says as she walks off her tail swinging happily behind her.
Deunan looked down at Cubey, eye to eye. Her green gaze compassionate and sympathetic. They say that the eyes were the windows to the soul, and Deunan was an especially talented person when it came to looking into souls. After gazing into Cubey's eyes for a while longer, Deunan knelt down, and embraced the Beastman. She glanced at Ophelia as she walked by, but she decided to stay quiet. Something about her intrigued Deunan, and she couldn't help but want to know more about her, possibly even help her, but..for now, she will stay back, and give her some privacy.
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The elevator dings as it opened.
The long, pink haired Anguirre Knight entered the elevator. His stride dignified and proud, but not arrogant. He has yet to detect the invisible Byatis. He turned around and pressed several buttons to direct the elevator towards Drakov's offices. A grimace was on his battle-hardened face.
The elevator ascends. Anguirre narrowed his eyes, and vaguely whispered to himself.
"Drakov....you better have a good explanation."
This was it. His prime target. Time to finish the contract.
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After being knocked out by a Cazadore, Clockwork received more strange flashbacks. That family again. Black and white. Screaming. Ticking of clocks. A fire. And....a crate. What was all this...
Before he could think about it more, he was pulled out from a pile of warden wreckages by none other than his captain Keeton. If Clockwork had a face, he would be smiling right now. K2 returned to him. K2 returned for him! Clockwork could not recall the last time someone did that. A warm and fuzzy feeling entered his systems. Clockwork looked at the tears in K2's eyes, and was...silenced. Such tender, joyful tears.
Before things get too sappy, Clockwork lets out a nervous laugh. "Khe khe khe!...Yeah. A drink." The purple synthetic stood up, and puts his arm around K2's shoulder while simultaneously giving a thumbs up. "For our gallant captain!......I'll pay the tab."
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Mosa was still sitting and looking around, when he noticed Ophelia approach. He was thankful for that, as he needed something to take his mind off of the flashbacks. Smiling tiredly at her, he folded his arms, and leaned back slightly. His long, bulky tail wag left and right like an enthusiastic dog...only slower, heavier. "So....!", Mosa spoke up.
"....You still wanna be roommates?"
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Quin continued to remain quiet before answering. As usual. Only this time, she paused for much longer. Half a minute. A minute. A minute and a half. It would seem like she did not hear Lekan's question.
However, eventually, without emotion in her voice, and still refusing to show her face, Quin muttered simply.
"Fine."
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Megahertz and Ridley shielded their eye(s) as Graves casted his spell and teleported away. Megahertz coughed a bit, and Ridley shook his head. Megahertz jolted a bit from the sight of Beatrice's changed expression, and Ridley himself became worried about Gelon's safety. A worry that turned out justified, as Beatrice began her crazed rant.
Megahertz bugged out her eyes and stood back, hiding behind a pillar. Ridley placed his face in his right palm. "Oh my God Deskovitch, you have a knack for pissing everyone off.", Ridley snarked.
Megahertz then winced as the tentacles were ripped from Beatrice's head. True, it would grow back, but for a young and physically inactive Ishkavi as herself, it was still...unpleasant to look at. Ridley once more shot Gelon a sympathetic look. It seemed like everyone was upstaging him today....
Megahertz gulped when Beatrice mentioned putting her number in her communicator. She wondered if she should delete it as soon as possible. Ridley's eye widened as he caught the credits from Beatrice. He then turned to her as if she was a heavenly savior tentacled cat of generosity. "...........Sweet.", Ridley whispered in wonder, his hands trembling and holding the credits.
Megahertz and Ridley then turned to the vents, but neither of them were able to spot Ciril hiding there. "...Huh...?", Megahertz looked on in confusion. Ridley tilted his head, but gripped on his shield just in case, ready to use it anytime. And then, Beatrice reminded him. Vlad. Ridley looked back, then around. "Wait..where the hell did she go....", Ridley mumbled. He then turned to Gelon. "Hey, Deskovitch...did you saw Vlad?"
Megahertz immediately kneeled besides the one-armed mercenary. "UH more importantly...will you be alright?", she asked, worried.
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Overlooking the park. Hidden behind one of the artificial sky projectors. His holographic camouflage flickered for a brief second. Scanning everyone below. The synthetic assassin Darkstar has come to take part of the updated Knight contract. He had full confidence that Byatis was more than capable of taking down Anguirre Knight himself. But a new client came to override Ozma's terms. Flexing his long, spiky fingers, Darkstar sent a signal below...a discreet, silent signal.
As the survivors of Jeremy Graves' raid catch their breath, one of Graves' downed bandits suddenly rise behind Deunan Knight. his body was covered in bullet hounds, his throat was slit, and his left arm was crushed. He was definitely dead. However, his right hand still held a gun. Deunan, who was hugging Cubey, took notice of the zombified bandit too late....
She shoved the Beastman away and stood up. But before anyone else could react, she was shot in the head. Once. Twice. Kinetic bullets went through her forehead. The blood sprayed towards Cubey nearby. Ozma, in his corner, looked on, horrified, as he stood up to scream.
The zombified bandit, with only the whites of his eyes exposed, stuttered and staggered. Azure cracks appear on his bullet-riddled chest for a second, before he exploded and disintegrated into ash.
Deunan fell on her back with a loud, echoing thud. Her eyes wide and full of terror, a pool of blood emerging on the ground below her head. Deunan Knight was dead.
Perching on the sky projector, Darkstar gazed on. Hidden behind his holographic camouflage, one of his robotic mind control spiders crawled up on his back, and then across his right arm. Holding his right arm up, Darkstar gazed at the spider, before bowing his head. "requiescat in pace.", Darkstar whispered, inaudible to everyone else. Quick and painless, as she deserved.
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The elevator dings as it opened.
The long, pink haired Anguirre Knight entered the elevator. His stride dignified and proud, but not arrogant. He has yet to detect the invisible Byatis. He turned around and pressed several buttons to direct the elevator towards Drakov's offices. A grimace was on his battle-hardened face.
The elevator ascends. Anguirre narrowed his eyes, and vaguely whispered to himself.
"Drakov....you better have a good explanation."
This was it. His prime target. Time to finish the contract.
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After being knocked out by a Cazadore, Clockwork received more strange flashbacks. That family again. Black and white. Screaming. Ticking of clocks. A fire. And....a crate. What was all this...
Before he could think about it more, he was pulled out from a pile of warden wreckages by none other than his captain Keeton. If Clockwork had a face, he would be smiling right now. K2 returned to him. K2 returned for him! Clockwork could not recall the last time someone did that. A warm and fuzzy feeling entered his systems. Clockwork looked at the tears in K2's eyes, and was...silenced. Such tender, joyful tears.
Before things get too sappy, Clockwork lets out a nervous laugh. "Khe khe khe!...Yeah. A drink." The purple synthetic stood up, and puts his arm around K2's shoulder while simultaneously giving a thumbs up. "For our gallant captain!......I'll pay the tab."
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Mosa was still sitting and looking around, when he noticed Ophelia approach. He was thankful for that, as he needed something to take his mind off of the flashbacks. Smiling tiredly at her, he folded his arms, and leaned back slightly. His long, bulky tail wag left and right like an enthusiastic dog...only slower, heavier. "So....!", Mosa spoke up.
"....You still wanna be roommates?"
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Quin continued to remain quiet before answering. As usual. Only this time, she paused for much longer. Half a minute. A minute. A minute and a half. It would seem like she did not hear Lekan's question.
However, eventually, without emotion in her voice, and still refusing to show her face, Quin muttered simply.
"Fine."
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Megahertz and Ridley shielded their eye(s) as Graves casted his spell and teleported away. Megahertz coughed a bit, and Ridley shook his head. Megahertz jolted a bit from the sight of Beatrice's changed expression, and Ridley himself became worried about Gelon's safety. A worry that turned out justified, as Beatrice began her crazed rant.
Megahertz bugged out her eyes and stood back, hiding behind a pillar. Ridley placed his face in his right palm. "Oh my God Deskovitch, you have a knack for pissing everyone off.", Ridley snarked.
Megahertz then winced as the tentacles were ripped from Beatrice's head. True, it would grow back, but for a young and physically inactive Ishkavi as herself, it was still...unpleasant to look at. Ridley once more shot Gelon a sympathetic look. It seemed like everyone was upstaging him today....
Megahertz gulped when Beatrice mentioned putting her number in her communicator. She wondered if she should delete it as soon as possible. Ridley's eye widened as he caught the credits from Beatrice. He then turned to her as if she was a heavenly savior tentacled cat of generosity. "...........Sweet.", Ridley whispered in wonder, his hands trembling and holding the credits.
Megahertz and Ridley then turned to the vents, but neither of them were able to spot Ciril hiding there. "...Huh...?", Megahertz looked on in confusion. Ridley tilted his head, but gripped on his shield just in case, ready to use it anytime. And then, Beatrice reminded him. Vlad. Ridley looked back, then around. "Wait..where the hell did she go....", Ridley mumbled. He then turned to Gelon. "Hey, Deskovitch...did you saw Vlad?"
Megahertz immediately kneeled besides the one-armed mercenary. "UH more importantly...will you be alright?", she asked, worried.
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Overlooking the park. Hidden behind one of the artificial sky projectors. His holographic camouflage flickered for a brief second. Scanning everyone below. The synthetic assassin Darkstar has come to take part of the updated Knight contract. He had full confidence that Byatis was more than capable of taking down Anguirre Knight himself. But a new client came to override Ozma's terms. Flexing his long, spiky fingers, Darkstar sent a signal below...a discreet, silent signal.
As the survivors of Jeremy Graves' raid catch their breath, one of Graves' downed bandits suddenly rise behind Deunan Knight. his body was covered in bullet hounds, his throat was slit, and his left arm was crushed. He was definitely dead. However, his right hand still held a gun. Deunan, who was hugging Cubey, took notice of the zombified bandit too late....
She shoved the Beastman away and stood up. But before anyone else could react, she was shot in the head. Once. Twice. Kinetic bullets went through her forehead. The blood sprayed towards Cubey nearby. Ozma, in his corner, looked on, horrified, as he stood up to scream.
The zombified bandit, with only the whites of his eyes exposed, stuttered and staggered. Azure cracks appear on his bullet-riddled chest for a second, before he exploded and disintegrated into ash.
Deunan fell on her back with a loud, echoing thud. Her eyes wide and full of terror, a pool of blood emerging on the ground below her head. Deunan Knight was dead.
Perching on the sky projector, Darkstar gazed on. Hidden behind his holographic camouflage, one of his robotic mind control spiders crawled up on his back, and then across his right arm. Holding his right arm up, Darkstar gazed at the spider, before bowing his head. "requiescat in pace.", Darkstar whispered, inaudible to everyone else. Quick and painless, as she deserved.
Gelon sigh and walked over to his room "god I already feel like hating her" he said as he sits down on a chair and reprograms the nanobots "I don't like people messing with my body and now someone is, well great!" He said frustrated and got up and walk over to the tank where his robotic arm was. Gelon grabs the arm out of the tank and attached it "that feels better 2 instead of one, now for a weapon test" gelon said as he sits back down on the chair and tries out every attachment he has "are you alright megahertz?" He asks as he walks up to the vent and jump up to get their spy "yes I did, she must be outside.....FUCK! Ridley get that person out of the vent!" Gelon said panicked and worried and jump out the window and head to were he had Vlad seen fly of to 'please be alive! Mosa will do something to me if you are not!' Gelon thought as he landed on his robotic arm making a crater in the ground then he bolted of towards the last known location he had seen Vlad been bat to
Cubey seemed oblivious to Ophelia and Lekan having wandered away from him and Deunan, as he stared at her green eyes, seeming frozen in place, awaiting some sort of answer, wishing for something to validate the actions this group had in fighting and ultimately slaying the Cazadore, leaving stare unbroken until there was at least some kind of response. Then suddenly, she hugged him. Cubey hugged back, clinging onto her, juice box still in hand, bursting into tears a she openly sobbed, gasping for air between each somber wail, his grip tightening to his friend. He didn't care who was looking, and cared even less that he couldn't find words to tell Deunan why he was crying. He simply continued to cry. Then he was suddenly shoved away.
He stared in confusion at the pop idol, utterly stunned with surprise as she stood up. Had he angered her or made her upset somehow? His confusion melted away into sheer horror as he realized a corpse of one of the bandit's had began open firing through Deunan's head, blood spraying at Cubey's feet, her brother screaming at the sudden attack. Cubey could do nothing but watch, dumbfounded at the sudden loss of his friend, before slowly shuffling towards her, as if each step was of agonizing pain, seeming to be trapped still in disbelief of what just happened. His eye's moved to the one who shot, considering on attacking the man, but he already had exploded into ash, and turned his attention to Deunan, her eye's wide with fear and laying on the floor, blood pouring from the wounds that killed her.
Cubey collapsed to his knees besides her, staring in wide-eyed silence, still clutching the juice box she had signed for him. He then suddenly began trying to shake her, as if trying to wake her from a deep sleep, despite the obvious evidence contrary. "Wake up. Get up. Deunan? Please Move. Say something. Good guys can't die. This isn't real.", he kept chanting repeatedly, as if a broken record stuck on the same section, seeming unable to stop himself, as if he was in a dream, or more likely, a nightmare. His chanting carried on, picking up in pace, turning more frantic and hectic, until eventually he started screaming in sorrow, burying his face into his dead friend, seeming to be stop himself, struggling to take breaths between the pained wailing, ending up choking up in between some of them.
He stared in confusion at the pop idol, utterly stunned with surprise as she stood up. Had he angered her or made her upset somehow? His confusion melted away into sheer horror as he realized a corpse of one of the bandit's had began open firing through Deunan's head, blood spraying at Cubey's feet, her brother screaming at the sudden attack. Cubey could do nothing but watch, dumbfounded at the sudden loss of his friend, before slowly shuffling towards her, as if each step was of agonizing pain, seeming to be trapped still in disbelief of what just happened. His eye's moved to the one who shot, considering on attacking the man, but he already had exploded into ash, and turned his attention to Deunan, her eye's wide with fear and laying on the floor, blood pouring from the wounds that killed her.
Cubey collapsed to his knees besides her, staring in wide-eyed silence, still clutching the juice box she had signed for him. He then suddenly began trying to shake her, as if trying to wake her from a deep sleep, despite the obvious evidence contrary. "Wake up. Get up. Deunan? Please Move. Say something. Good guys can't die. This isn't real.", he kept chanting repeatedly, as if a broken record stuck on the same section, seeming unable to stop himself, as if he was in a dream, or more likely, a nightmare. His chanting carried on, picking up in pace, turning more frantic and hectic, until eventually he started screaming in sorrow, burying his face into his dead friend, seeming to be stop himself, struggling to take breaths between the pained wailing, ending up choking up in between some of them.
Gelon stopped as he heard screaming and saw a green looking thing? Holding....Deunan...no, not that girl "D...D...Deunan!" He yelled and run over to the green thing and Deunan and sit on his knees by them as he held the little beastman who was obvious sad....no broken by the loss "shhhh little guy, shhhh stay calm" he said as he rock the beastman with one arm he checked for any pulse on Deunan "what is your name. Little one?" He asked ignoring the rest around them. As he check for a pulse he hoped she could be helped...this was not fair a girl like her shouldn't die like this, no this was wrong she had to live right "Deunan we need you don't leave us" gelon whispered softly
Ophelia gazed at Mosa. "Roommates... I suppose so, I have no where else to go. Thank you Mosa. Really." She paused for a moment. "Thank you for showing me this world isn't as bitter as I was led to believe-" Just as she was about to finish her sentence, the sound of a kinetic bullet pierced the air of silence. Her ears perked up, alert as she whipped around to see where it came from. She could immediately see Deunan falling to her knees and onto the ground, as a bandit ...turned to ash? All quickly followed by the wail of the cubical beastman. Ophelia didn't rush over to try and help. She already knew Deunan was a goner. She could feel no sort of anguish or other emotion over Deunan's death, but this time Ophelia knew why she didn't. Then she saw that man again, Gelon, run out of nowhere to Deunan and Ophelia's gazed soured again. She turned to Mosa. "Let's go."
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Byatis spotted Anguirre in the elevator. Perfect. He was alone. Now was his chance. Byatis lowered his invisible tail. The mandibles hung above Anguirre's head. Hungry. With a swift movement, Byatis brought it down and clamped hard on Anguirre's skull. The snapping of his skull was the only thing audible in the elevator. Blood gushing all over the floor, practically painting the grey steel, red. Byatis stayed in the vent. He began to wonder what the contract change was... who else did Ozma want dead? He didn't mull it over too much because now his contract was finished! He could do what he wanted again! 'Mission accomplished you soulless, godless synthetic!' Byatis thought happily to Darkstar, as he made his way back down the vents.
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The alarms were blaring at an alarming rate inside the Drakov Industries building, which also doubled as the Realta Nua's control centre. Employees and civilians were rushed in there to take shelter from the attack. It was crowded to the point people were huddling like penguins during the winter season. Unfortunately, this was not how one courier thought her day was gonna go. She was transferred to the Realta Nua only days ago, and this all happens. She was on a job where she had to send a package to none other than Drakov himself. Which was daunting in itself, but she was sure that either her boss or Drakov would have her head if it didn't make it to it's destination.
So when things finally calmed down a bit, and civilians were being escorted back outside, the Illeryian courier, Riley, ducked out into the elevator, clutching the small package in her arms closely. Her metal hand hovered over the buttons. What to press.... she felt for the top-most button. That had to be Drakov's office. As she stood in the elevator, she stood completely oblivious to the mess of blood she was standing in, and the body of Anguirre Knight in the back. Though she did notice a peculiar stench that was getting stronger as time passed. Until finally she lifted her foot to move, she felt the stickiness and immediate drew the conclusion. "OH MY GOD! Oh god! What the f-" Riley promptly freaked out as the doors opened to Drakov's floor. "Uh! Anyone here?? I-I have a package for Mr. D-D-Drakov! And I think there's a dead guy in the elevator! It wasn't me!" She quickly stepped out of the elevator and onto shattered glass. Geez, was this place trashed too? She wondered if Drakov was even still here.
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Byatis spotted Anguirre in the elevator. Perfect. He was alone. Now was his chance. Byatis lowered his invisible tail. The mandibles hung above Anguirre's head. Hungry. With a swift movement, Byatis brought it down and clamped hard on Anguirre's skull. The snapping of his skull was the only thing audible in the elevator. Blood gushing all over the floor, practically painting the grey steel, red. Byatis stayed in the vent. He began to wonder what the contract change was... who else did Ozma want dead? He didn't mull it over too much because now his contract was finished! He could do what he wanted again! 'Mission accomplished you soulless, godless synthetic!' Byatis thought happily to Darkstar, as he made his way back down the vents.
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The alarms were blaring at an alarming rate inside the Drakov Industries building, which also doubled as the Realta Nua's control centre. Employees and civilians were rushed in there to take shelter from the attack. It was crowded to the point people were huddling like penguins during the winter season. Unfortunately, this was not how one courier thought her day was gonna go. She was transferred to the Realta Nua only days ago, and this all happens. She was on a job where she had to send a package to none other than Drakov himself. Which was daunting in itself, but she was sure that either her boss or Drakov would have her head if it didn't make it to it's destination.
So when things finally calmed down a bit, and civilians were being escorted back outside, the Illeryian courier, Riley, ducked out into the elevator, clutching the small package in her arms closely. Her metal hand hovered over the buttons. What to press.... she felt for the top-most button. That had to be Drakov's office. As she stood in the elevator, she stood completely oblivious to the mess of blood she was standing in, and the body of Anguirre Knight in the back. Though she did notice a peculiar stench that was getting stronger as time passed. Until finally she lifted her foot to move, she felt the stickiness and immediate drew the conclusion. "OH MY GOD! Oh god! What the f-" Riley promptly freaked out as the doors opened to Drakov's floor. "Uh! Anyone here?? I-I have a package for Mr. D-D-Drakov! And I think there's a dead guy in the elevator! It wasn't me!" She quickly stepped out of the elevator and onto shattered glass. Geez, was this place trashed too? She wondered if Drakov was even still here.
He was used to Quin giving a thoughtful pause before speaking, but it had never been for this long before. When the Genesior finally replied Lekan heaved a sigh of relief, realising that he had been holding his breath during that time. He wasn't sure what to make of her answer, though; despite saying she was fine, Lekan had his doubts. Had the battle left an impact on even the Genesior veteran?
Just then, he noticed the corpse of a raider slowly get up. Hadn't that one already died?! He could only watch in horror as it neatly shot Deunan twice in the head before crumbling into nothing but ash. The Interstellar Rose would bloom no more. If he'd ordered them all to just hide at the start then she might have still been alive. The one time he tried to be brave in front of people and this is how it turned out.
It wasn't safe out here. Nowhere was safe. This place was too open. Much too open. Frantically looking around, Lekan's eye fell upon the nearest sky-projector. It might not have been much, but to Lekan's fear-addled mind any shelter was better than none. Gripping one of Quin's arms, he darted behind the projector. He wasn't about to let his friend die too. Cowering, Lekan wrapped several of his tentacles around Quin, although whether he was using her as a shield against the outside or vice versa was unclear.
"We need to get out of here," Lekan whimpered. "Can we please get out of here? I want to get out of here..."
Just then, he noticed the corpse of a raider slowly get up. Hadn't that one already died?! He could only watch in horror as it neatly shot Deunan twice in the head before crumbling into nothing but ash. The Interstellar Rose would bloom no more. If he'd ordered them all to just hide at the start then she might have still been alive. The one time he tried to be brave in front of people and this is how it turned out.
It wasn't safe out here. Nowhere was safe. This place was too open. Much too open. Frantically looking around, Lekan's eye fell upon the nearest sky-projector. It might not have been much, but to Lekan's fear-addled mind any shelter was better than none. Gripping one of Quin's arms, he darted behind the projector. He wasn't about to let his friend die too. Cowering, Lekan wrapped several of his tentacles around Quin, although whether he was using her as a shield against the outside or vice versa was unclear.
"We need to get out of here," Lekan whimpered. "Can we please get out of here? I want to get out of here..."
Gelon's jumped near the vent and he heard him yell to the elemental about the spy in the vent. Unsubtle as they say... he thought, realizing it must have been the nanobots that tipped him off. Well, it was too late now. Best to make as clean an introduction as possible and try and catch Graves before anything worse happened. At this point, things were so messy, he wanted to quit and call it a day. He envied the freedom K2 and Clockwork seemed to have...
With a sigh, the agent pulls back the grate and dropped smoothly from the ceiling and in to the mixed company group, rising to his feet and putting up his hands. "Please don't be alarmed, I mean no harm. I'm trying to get to the bottom of this crisis as soon as possible and prevent further casualties. If anyone has any helpful information, that would be greatly appreciated. If not, I'll get out of your way." the Snek said calmly and eloquently, hoping no one here had an itchy trigger finger...
With a sigh, the agent pulls back the grate and dropped smoothly from the ceiling and in to the mixed company group, rising to his feet and putting up his hands. "Please don't be alarmed, I mean no harm. I'm trying to get to the bottom of this crisis as soon as possible and prevent further casualties. If anyone has any helpful information, that would be greatly appreciated. If not, I'll get out of your way." the Snek said calmly and eloquently, hoping no one here had an itchy trigger finger...
The setting changes from Stratevaria Galaxy to F.S.S. Realta Nua
Beatrice enters the bridge through the door entitled B for Bitch, she scratches the spot on her head that Gelon had rudely ripped off part of her actual form. She takes her gauntlets off and sets them down on the table, and lounges in the giant chair that use to accompany Boris. She turns on the camera feed and starts to look over the ship. Her ears begins to twitch as the elevator makes a very sharp ding.
Beatrice turns around in the chair and looks at the delivery girl, and then the body of Anguirre Knight. The one that stands before her is Riley O'Toole, a guinea pig for the guardian labs, who had been reported missing. A fairly attractive woman, with obvious signs of modification. Beatrice leaves the chair and walks over to the Illeryian. "Oh my, that is quite distasteful." She says looking over the woman's shoulders into the elevator. The Ishkavi looks into the eyes of the woman, "Sorry cutey, but Mr. Darkov is off attending personal matters. However I am in charge of his facilities while he is gone." She says in her usual flirtatious manner.
After signing for the package and escorting the delivery woman out of the room, Beatrice calls up Boris on her communicator. "Hey Boris! you know I love you, but I met Deskovitch today, and i was not impressed. Vlad and Ridley are some of my best agents, and you give me him?! Also a package arrived for you just now what do you want me to do with it?" She listens to his commands while flipping through the various screens on the security feed. "Oh the Knights? Deunan was just killed by Blackstar and Anguirre is rotting in the elevator as we speak. All that is left is that little twat Ozma, and then the Knight lineage will be wiped out of existence."
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Keeton walked with the injured Clockwork on their way to the unit. There was a minibar there, and the two of them were about to get wasted. He heard gunshots coming from where Lekan's group had been, were they okay? There was no time to figure out, he was going to party with all his friends; Clockwork, Tentacle Bitch, Sentinel, Byatis, and if he was lucky maybe Ciril would show up for a drink! On his way there he spotted Megahertz, Ciril, and... fuck, Ridley. "Hey Mega bitch!" He says poking fun at the Ishkavi. "Get your boyfriend and meet us for some drinks in the unit! You are invited too Ciril!" Keeton yells from a fair distance away, still assisting his robotic friend up to the room.
Beatrice turns around in the chair and looks at the delivery girl, and then the body of Anguirre Knight. The one that stands before her is Riley O'Toole, a guinea pig for the guardian labs, who had been reported missing. A fairly attractive woman, with obvious signs of modification. Beatrice leaves the chair and walks over to the Illeryian. "Oh my, that is quite distasteful." She says looking over the woman's shoulders into the elevator. The Ishkavi looks into the eyes of the woman, "Sorry cutey, but Mr. Darkov is off attending personal matters. However I am in charge of his facilities while he is gone." She says in her usual flirtatious manner.
After signing for the package and escorting the delivery woman out of the room, Beatrice calls up Boris on her communicator. "Hey Boris! you know I love you, but I met Deskovitch today, and i was not impressed. Vlad and Ridley are some of my best agents, and you give me him?! Also a package arrived for you just now what do you want me to do with it?" She listens to his commands while flipping through the various screens on the security feed. "Oh the Knights? Deunan was just killed by Blackstar and Anguirre is rotting in the elevator as we speak. All that is left is that little twat Ozma, and then the Knight lineage will be wiped out of existence."
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Keeton walked with the injured Clockwork on their way to the unit. There was a minibar there, and the two of them were about to get wasted. He heard gunshots coming from where Lekan's group had been, were they okay? There was no time to figure out, he was going to party with all his friends; Clockwork, Tentacle Bitch, Sentinel, Byatis, and if he was lucky maybe Ciril would show up for a drink! On his way there he spotted Megahertz, Ciril, and... fuck, Ridley. "Hey Mega bitch!" He says poking fun at the Ishkavi. "Get your boyfriend and meet us for some drinks in the unit! You are invited too Ciril!" Keeton yells from a fair distance away, still assisting his robotic friend up to the room.
Megahertz sighed and gave Gelon a sympathetic look. For some reason, she couldn't help but have a soft spot for the often-upstaged , one-armed mercenary.
Ridley and Megahertz flinched when Gelon suddenly shouted. Ridley then watched as Gelon jumped out of the window, remarking, "Never a dull moment."
Megahertz and Ridley stared at the vent suspiciously, looking rather surprised when Ciril exposed himself. The two of them listened calmly and civilly, Ridley not even bothering to raise his shield. Megahertz shook her head. "To be honest, I barely have any idea what's even going on right now....", she whispered. This has been a very confusing last few days for her. Very, very confusing. Ridley shrugged. "I'm just a muscle. I kick dogs and bash skulls. Frankly, this galaxy is way too complicated for me sometimes."
Soon after, Megahertz and Ridley saw K2 and Clockwork pass by. Clockwork waved at the duo and Ciril. "Hey, hey! Ciril, even with those shades, you look stressed. You should come with us, bruh!", Clockwork said, trying out a new lingo. Megahertz was about to snap at K2, her face was already contorted and her eyes bugged....and then she realized... Sentinel hadn't returned yet.
"W-wait. SENTINEL!!?!?!?!", Megahertz suddenly shouted, running off into the distance. "Sentinel?! Where are you??", she began to panic, as she dug into the rubble and siffed through the ashes.
Ridley sat down on some rubble while polishing his shield, giving an apathetic glance at K2. There's been enough fighting today, and he wasn't all too eager to make the pirate cry again.
Gelon found Vlad amidst some rubble, her armor cracked, the black-mail suit torn on several areas, exposing her tanned skin. The left ear of her cat like helmet was snapped off, and the right side of her visor was cracked, showing her eye. She groaned as she saw Gelon approaching. Her head hurts so much....
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Mosa's smile and eye widened considerably as Ophelia gave him a very genuine thanks. For a second, he almost looked adorable instead of thuggish, especially with his lips curled and his fangs hidden behind them. When the gunshot echoed through the destroyed park, Mosa's smile faded, and his powerful neck turned towards the source of the commotion. He could see several people gathering around a spot. Including Gelon. Mosa frowned, shooking his head at yet another senseless waste of human life.
"Da.", Mosa simply said, and lead Ophelia to the lower class cabins.
The cabin next to Lekan and Quin's was Mosa and the Seafood Crew's. The Seafood Crew took off this morning to Dagojouiise, so Ophelia received quite the wide cabin. Mosa closed the door behind her as they entered the living room. "Uh, sorry bout the mess.", Mosa embarassedly said.
Crushed soda cans, cigars, and crumpled papers decorate the floor, along with dirty laundry. Several adult magazines could also be seen scattered around the floor. This was definitely a men's room.
To their left and right are the private rooms with one bunk bed each. "Mosa take left room, you can have G Bros' and Colt's.", Mosa said as he grabbed one of his spare tiger striped pants from the ground and puts it in the drawer.
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There was no mistaking it. No matter how hard they deny, no matter how loud they scream, Deunan was dead.
Ozma rushed over and screamed out in anguish at the sight of his dead sister. "Deunan?! DEUNAN! NOOOO!!!" He buried his face in his hands and sobbed hysterically. What had he done. His anguish was so much, that he did not even notice Cubey and Gelon nearby.
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Quin did not even move when she heard the gunshot.She did not move as she was dragged away by Lekan. She did not turn, she did not see. She did not want to do either of those things. She had seen enough. All those eyes, all of them sharp enough to notice every enemy on every corner of the battlefield. But in battle, you do not only notice your enemies. You also notice your allies, and your innocents....and their deaths.
She finally moved when Lekan wrapped his tentacles around her again, turning her head so she can look at him in the eyes. Her hands feel cold, yet her gaze feels warm, or at least, warmer than before. "Everything will be alright.", Quin stated in her bell-like voice. Pleasant. Calming. Beautiful. She slowly raised her right arm cannon, as if about to touch Lekan's forehead. But obviously, that could not happen.
Or could it?
With a hiss and a pop, the green carapace that composed Quin's arm cannons broke apart, revealing, under it....quite a petite, soft, and feminine hand. Looking at it, you would not be able to tell it belonged to a warrior. It looked more like it belonged to a pianist, with their long, delicate fingers. Quin slowly reached forward with those hands, and gently placed her palm on Lekan's forehead. She did not say anything. She did not need to say anything. She closed all of her eyes, and took a deep breath.
"Everything will be alright.", she softly whispered.
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"Most excellent, you abominable, heathen puppy.", Darkstar's dry voice boomed in Byatis' head. "I will contact you later when I have another contract. But for now, take a well-deserved break." Darkstar very rarely praised his charges. And even when he did, he'd do it somewhat indirectly.
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Beatrice's communicator flashed cyan, and a hologram of Boris was projected in front of her. Boris seemed to have just came out of the bathroom, with a purple towel covering his thighs and unmentionables, and a comb in his right hand. He seemed completely unphased about his..current appearance.
Boris turned around, showing his scar-riddled back as he combed his hair. He chuckled at Beatrice's comment. "Gelon had an interesting website.", Boris said half-jokingly. Boris' hologram then walked around, while continuing to listen to Beatrice's status update. "Ah. So VENOM sorted my last-minute contract already? Splendid, splendid.", he nodded, satisfied.
Boris' hologram folded his arms. "Ozma's outlived his usefulness. He won't last long without his sister and father. The redheaded wretch will either off himself, or the other adventurers on board will." Boris' tone was indifferent, uncaring.
Boris' hologram sighed, then sat down on an invisible sofa. "Now to take care of the PR nightmare Graves had undoubtedly left me. However will I do this~", Boris playfully pondered. Perhaps he should stop by the beach moon of Nekrim after this. Give everyone on board....everyone living, anyways, a free vacation. Everyone loves beaches, right?
Ridley and Megahertz flinched when Gelon suddenly shouted. Ridley then watched as Gelon jumped out of the window, remarking, "Never a dull moment."
Megahertz and Ridley stared at the vent suspiciously, looking rather surprised when Ciril exposed himself. The two of them listened calmly and civilly, Ridley not even bothering to raise his shield. Megahertz shook her head. "To be honest, I barely have any idea what's even going on right now....", she whispered. This has been a very confusing last few days for her. Very, very confusing. Ridley shrugged. "I'm just a muscle. I kick dogs and bash skulls. Frankly, this galaxy is way too complicated for me sometimes."
Soon after, Megahertz and Ridley saw K2 and Clockwork pass by. Clockwork waved at the duo and Ciril. "Hey, hey! Ciril, even with those shades, you look stressed. You should come with us, bruh!", Clockwork said, trying out a new lingo. Megahertz was about to snap at K2, her face was already contorted and her eyes bugged....and then she realized... Sentinel hadn't returned yet.
"W-wait. SENTINEL!!?!?!?!", Megahertz suddenly shouted, running off into the distance. "Sentinel?! Where are you??", she began to panic, as she dug into the rubble and siffed through the ashes.
Ridley sat down on some rubble while polishing his shield, giving an apathetic glance at K2. There's been enough fighting today, and he wasn't all too eager to make the pirate cry again.
Gelon found Vlad amidst some rubble, her armor cracked, the black-mail suit torn on several areas, exposing her tanned skin. The left ear of her cat like helmet was snapped off, and the right side of her visor was cracked, showing her eye. She groaned as she saw Gelon approaching. Her head hurts so much....
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Mosa's smile and eye widened considerably as Ophelia gave him a very genuine thanks. For a second, he almost looked adorable instead of thuggish, especially with his lips curled and his fangs hidden behind them. When the gunshot echoed through the destroyed park, Mosa's smile faded, and his powerful neck turned towards the source of the commotion. He could see several people gathering around a spot. Including Gelon. Mosa frowned, shooking his head at yet another senseless waste of human life.
"Da.", Mosa simply said, and lead Ophelia to the lower class cabins.
The cabin next to Lekan and Quin's was Mosa and the Seafood Crew's. The Seafood Crew took off this morning to Dagojouiise, so Ophelia received quite the wide cabin. Mosa closed the door behind her as they entered the living room. "Uh, sorry bout the mess.", Mosa embarassedly said.
Crushed soda cans, cigars, and crumpled papers decorate the floor, along with dirty laundry. Several adult magazines could also be seen scattered around the floor. This was definitely a men's room.
To their left and right are the private rooms with one bunk bed each. "Mosa take left room, you can have G Bros' and Colt's.", Mosa said as he grabbed one of his spare tiger striped pants from the ground and puts it in the drawer.
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There was no mistaking it. No matter how hard they deny, no matter how loud they scream, Deunan was dead.
Ozma rushed over and screamed out in anguish at the sight of his dead sister. "Deunan?! DEUNAN! NOOOO!!!" He buried his face in his hands and sobbed hysterically. What had he done. His anguish was so much, that he did not even notice Cubey and Gelon nearby.
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Quin did not even move when she heard the gunshot.She did not move as she was dragged away by Lekan. She did not turn, she did not see. She did not want to do either of those things. She had seen enough. All those eyes, all of them sharp enough to notice every enemy on every corner of the battlefield. But in battle, you do not only notice your enemies. You also notice your allies, and your innocents....and their deaths.
She finally moved when Lekan wrapped his tentacles around her again, turning her head so she can look at him in the eyes. Her hands feel cold, yet her gaze feels warm, or at least, warmer than before. "Everything will be alright.", Quin stated in her bell-like voice. Pleasant. Calming. Beautiful. She slowly raised her right arm cannon, as if about to touch Lekan's forehead. But obviously, that could not happen.
Or could it?
With a hiss and a pop, the green carapace that composed Quin's arm cannons broke apart, revealing, under it....quite a petite, soft, and feminine hand. Looking at it, you would not be able to tell it belonged to a warrior. It looked more like it belonged to a pianist, with their long, delicate fingers. Quin slowly reached forward with those hands, and gently placed her palm on Lekan's forehead. She did not say anything. She did not need to say anything. She closed all of her eyes, and took a deep breath.
"Everything will be alright.", she softly whispered.
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"Most excellent, you abominable, heathen puppy.", Darkstar's dry voice boomed in Byatis' head. "I will contact you later when I have another contract. But for now, take a well-deserved break." Darkstar very rarely praised his charges. And even when he did, he'd do it somewhat indirectly.
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Beatrice's communicator flashed cyan, and a hologram of Boris was projected in front of her. Boris seemed to have just came out of the bathroom, with a purple towel covering his thighs and unmentionables, and a comb in his right hand. He seemed completely unphased about his..current appearance.
Boris turned around, showing his scar-riddled back as he combed his hair. He chuckled at Beatrice's comment. "Gelon had an interesting website.", Boris said half-jokingly. Boris' hologram then walked around, while continuing to listen to Beatrice's status update. "Ah. So VENOM sorted my last-minute contract already? Splendid, splendid.", he nodded, satisfied.
Boris' hologram folded his arms. "Ozma's outlived his usefulness. He won't last long without his sister and father. The redheaded wretch will either off himself, or the other adventurers on board will." Boris' tone was indifferent, uncaring.
Boris' hologram sighed, then sat down on an invisible sofa. "Now to take care of the PR nightmare Graves had undoubtedly left me. However will I do this~", Boris playfully pondered. Perhaps he should stop by the beach moon of Nekrim after this. Give everyone on board....everyone living, anyways, a free vacation. Everyone loves beaches, right?
The setting changes from F.S.S. Realta Nua to Stratevaria Galaxy
As Cubey continued to wail miserably at the demise of the interstellar rose, completely unaware of his surroundings with tears blinding his eyes. He then suddenly felt an arm around, trying to rock him gently in an attempt to calm him, managing to clear his eye's and return to his sense long enough to see the one attempting to comfort him was a brown haired human with a bionic arm, asking his name and checking Deunan's pulse, seeming to be in denial of the the bullet wounds in Deunan's head.
"I-I-I'm Cubey! An-an-an-and this i-i-i-i-is Deunan. She was one of the most wonderful and brilliant and kind and sweet people in the world. But she's- but she's- but she's-." He managed to babbled at the stranger before breaking down into another fit of sobbing.
Cubey then notice Ozma also sobbing in anguish next to Deunan, realizing no matter how much pain and misery he was feeling, it was infinitely worse for Deunan's own brother. He broke from Gelon gently as he crawled over to Ozma putting his own arm around the red haired human, offering the juice box that Deunan had signed for him, managing to blubber; "T-h-h-his was signed by Deunan, wh-wh-wh-wh-when she had a concert here.", as he stared at him tearfully, with no idea how the man would react, but began sobbing again all the same.
"I-I-I'm Cubey! An-an-an-and this i-i-i-i-is Deunan. She was one of the most wonderful and brilliant and kind and sweet people in the world. But she's- but she's- but she's-." He managed to babbled at the stranger before breaking down into another fit of sobbing.
Cubey then notice Ozma also sobbing in anguish next to Deunan, realizing no matter how much pain and misery he was feeling, it was infinitely worse for Deunan's own brother. He broke from Gelon gently as he crawled over to Ozma putting his own arm around the red haired human, offering the juice box that Deunan had signed for him, managing to blubber; "T-h-h-his was signed by Deunan, wh-wh-wh-wh-when she had a concert here.", as he stared at him tearfully, with no idea how the man would react, but began sobbing again all the same.
The setting changes from Stratevaria Galaxy to F.S.S. Realta Nua
Ophelia looked around at the cabin Mosa had led her too. It was definitely...lived in. But that didn't bother her at all. Today was an eventful day to say the least. She quietly scanned the various rooms too, almost checking for any immediate threats. But it was saf enough. Without another word, Ophelia fell forward onto the couch. Her green spines stuck out from her back as her face dug into the couch, and her tail flipped over the top of the couch. Almost instantaneously, she fell asleep on the couch. She didn't even give Mosa any warning. Whether she trusted Mosa or not was still unclear but she was damn tired thats for sure. She barely made a noise as she slept, to the point it was almost unnerving. If one didn't see her breathe, one could be convinced she was dead.
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Riley kept quiet around Beatrice. She was about to interject saying that that she'd be more comfortable if the package went to Boris directly but the woman's voice was sharp and always seemed to have an accusatory tone, so she didn't interject. Beatrice ushered her out of the room rather quickly and was left rather dumbfounded out in the hall after Beatrice slammed the door behind her. "Well that was rude." She finally said to herself. Not wanting to be in this building any longer, Riley shifted her stance and after a small burst of light, she suddenly disappeared without a trace.
Riley reappeared on the streets of the Realta Nua. The same stench from the bloody elevator assaulted her nostrils and she instinctively covered them. "Holy crap...what in the hell actually happened...?" She didn't need to see the carnage to know what was around her. But those left standing slowly got back to business. Riley could hear clean up crews around, stores were slowly opening, and various conversations could be heard of people walking around. "Well...I'm off the clock now. Better find a way to occupy myself and not worry myself on just how many people could have possibly died and-" She did the exact opposite of what she was telling herself. The imagination was overwhelming. "Dammit," she replied to herself, "I need a drink." With that she walked on her lonesome. Though, being blind, finding a bar wouldn't be an easy task.
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Byatis chuckled to himself as Darkstar replied. "And a break I will take with my new buddies!" he exclaimed as he jumped off the elevator shaft and onto the roof of another building. Byatis made sure to land on his hind legs as to not agitate his shot shoulder. "Now where did they go..." Byatis's tentacled mane twitched around as he searched for their unique scents. It took awhile since the scents were masked by the all around death of the carnage from earlier. But, he finally managed to find their essence and hopped down onto the streets. They were close by. He didn't bother with his camouflage this time around. He turned a corner and saw the group. K2, Clockwork, Ciril, with an Ishkavi woman and a hulking ice elemental. "Hello friends! Let us do the celebrating thing of being not dead!"
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Riley kept quiet around Beatrice. She was about to interject saying that that she'd be more comfortable if the package went to Boris directly but the woman's voice was sharp and always seemed to have an accusatory tone, so she didn't interject. Beatrice ushered her out of the room rather quickly and was left rather dumbfounded out in the hall after Beatrice slammed the door behind her. "Well that was rude." She finally said to herself. Not wanting to be in this building any longer, Riley shifted her stance and after a small burst of light, she suddenly disappeared without a trace.
Riley reappeared on the streets of the Realta Nua. The same stench from the bloody elevator assaulted her nostrils and she instinctively covered them. "Holy crap...what in the hell actually happened...?" She didn't need to see the carnage to know what was around her. But those left standing slowly got back to business. Riley could hear clean up crews around, stores were slowly opening, and various conversations could be heard of people walking around. "Well...I'm off the clock now. Better find a way to occupy myself and not worry myself on just how many people could have possibly died and-" She did the exact opposite of what she was telling herself. The imagination was overwhelming. "Dammit," she replied to herself, "I need a drink." With that she walked on her lonesome. Though, being blind, finding a bar wouldn't be an easy task.
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Byatis chuckled to himself as Darkstar replied. "And a break I will take with my new buddies!" he exclaimed as he jumped off the elevator shaft and onto the roof of another building. Byatis made sure to land on his hind legs as to not agitate his shot shoulder. "Now where did they go..." Byatis's tentacled mane twitched around as he searched for their unique scents. It took awhile since the scents were masked by the all around death of the carnage from earlier. But, he finally managed to find their essence and hopped down onto the streets. They were close by. He didn't bother with his camouflage this time around. He turned a corner and saw the group. K2, Clockwork, Ciril, with an Ishkavi woman and a hulking ice elemental. "Hello friends! Let us do the celebrating thing of being not dead!"
Gelon nodded as Cubey told how Deunan was "yes I know that Cubey cause she was my friend as well" Gelon said. As cubey got free and sit by Ozma and broke down in crying again, Gelon looked at Deunan and closed her eyes then pet Cubey's head "keep your friend safe I need to help mine now" Gelon said and lit a cigarette as he walked to Vlad and check her pulse "please be alive kitty cat I don't want a sad or raged gator on my head" Gelon sad as he kept checking to a pulse while removing rubble
Years and years of training in espionage, combat, and diplomacy, and this is all he had to show for it. An ice elemental telling him the world was "too complicated". Ciril had to agree. No one else seemed to care he was even there... which could be advantageous. This mission was going absolutely nowhere and was one of the most absurd he had ever been on. He was usually good at sorting things out but this was getting out of hand. He usually followed the rules so well, was the one with the upper hand in terms of knowing what was going on but this situation escaped him. Everyone here was so radically unpredictable and there were so many factions gathered in one space. Ciril began to question who's side he was even on at the moment, given the conflicts of interest. He still wanted to investigate Drakov, who he still had suspicions about however and- K2 and Clockork passed by calling out to him, seemingly without a care in the world. He just stared for a moment, "I have work to..do...." he offered half heartedly. There had just been a double murder, with many many other casualties besides that, and the culprit still at large, not to mention the Ishkavi was now insisting that the synthetic had been abducted... and then Byatis arrived on the scene, stalking towards the group. It looked like he didn't really have a choice now, and felt he had hit a very confusing dead end for the moment. It was time to take a step back and regroup in hopefully a more relaxing setting. Who knows, with everyone celebrating he may learn some more interesting things about them- even if it had nothing at all to do with his mission. He really did like hearing about other people's lives, especially ones filled with freedom. He took a few long strides to catch up with Clockwork and K2, following along being quietly polite , but possibly looking a bit creepy with his blue face behind their shoulders.
Ozma was surprised when Cubey approached him. He thought for sure that the very obviously alien cubic giraffe would condemn him for his extremist political views, which was rather infamous. He then looked at the juice box with a heart broken expression. It was her signature alright, complete with that heart-shape at the end of her name. Deunan did not deserve to die. Ozma himself should have. Deunan was a saint, and Ozma was a scum. Cubey's innocence touched Ozma greatly. So much, that he briefly forgot about his own xenophobic views, and broke down hysterically, placing his head on Cubey's shoulders. He couldn't say anything, he was too overwhelmed with emotions. Horror, anguish, sorrow, regret, self-hatred. Too much emotions.
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Mosa was both surprised and relieved that Ophelia barely noticed the 'mess', as he put it. Mosa stared at Ophelia slumped over the couch, waiting patiently. Only a minute or so later did he realize she had fallen asleep. His lips curling to a cat-like smile, Mosa tip toed to the G. Bros' former room, and came back with a tiger-striped fur blanket. Mosa took care to be as quiet as possible, which he did with somewhat surprising competency considering his size and usual demeanor, as he approached Ophelia. He placed the blanket on her back, watching the green spikes make bumps underneath the blanket. Mosa himself took off his green vest, and retreated into his room. "Mosa fry you delicious eggs tomorrow morning.", the blue giant whispered happily, as he quietly closed the door behind him.
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Gelon could feel a pulse on Vlad's arm. She was alive, just wounded and exhausted. Her armor was damaged, but it was nothing that could not be fixed.
As Byatis arrived on the scene, he could see Megahertz frantically moving about looking for Sentinel. Clockwork gave Ciril a dismissive wave. "All work and no play makes Ciril a dull snek!", he stated in his usual, carefree way. He then turned around when he noticed the adorable (or, according to K2, disgusting) Byatis appear. "Yooooo Byatis my man! Where you've been? You missed out on the lion fight!"
From atop a massive pile of rubble, Megahertz shouted at Byatis. "HEY, you!! D-did you see Sentinel anywhere?!", her voice shaky and anxious.
Ridley was getting annoyed with Megahertz's shrieking. He stood up and said lazily, "I'll keep an eye out.", before leaving. He had a feeling K2 (and by extension, quite possibly his 'buddies') would not appreciate him lingering around. Ridley stuck his massive shield on his back, and walked away, shoulders slumped and head down.
The lazy and careless mercenary did not keep an eye on where he was going. Without a warning, he heard a loud thud as his large frame bumped into a smaller, pink haired girl. "Yow! Watch it!", Ridley said in an annoyed, bad tempered tone. He shook his head and looked down, noticing that he had ran into an illeryian girl with thick blue glasses....thick blue glasses which fell off her face when he bumped into her.
Ridley jolted back in surprise, then froze in place, his attention focused on her diamond-shaped gray pupils. Somehow, a faint red blush appeared on his mostly featureless face. In Ridley's mind, the sight of a glassless Riley was covered in sparkles and pink clouds. It was like a scene straight out of a cliched shoujo manga. "A-Ah...uhhhhhh...", Ridley stammered.
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Mosa was both surprised and relieved that Ophelia barely noticed the 'mess', as he put it. Mosa stared at Ophelia slumped over the couch, waiting patiently. Only a minute or so later did he realize she had fallen asleep. His lips curling to a cat-like smile, Mosa tip toed to the G. Bros' former room, and came back with a tiger-striped fur blanket. Mosa took care to be as quiet as possible, which he did with somewhat surprising competency considering his size and usual demeanor, as he approached Ophelia. He placed the blanket on her back, watching the green spikes make bumps underneath the blanket. Mosa himself took off his green vest, and retreated into his room. "Mosa fry you delicious eggs tomorrow morning.", the blue giant whispered happily, as he quietly closed the door behind him.
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Gelon could feel a pulse on Vlad's arm. She was alive, just wounded and exhausted. Her armor was damaged, but it was nothing that could not be fixed.
As Byatis arrived on the scene, he could see Megahertz frantically moving about looking for Sentinel. Clockwork gave Ciril a dismissive wave. "All work and no play makes Ciril a dull snek!", he stated in his usual, carefree way. He then turned around when he noticed the adorable (or, according to K2, disgusting) Byatis appear. "Yooooo Byatis my man! Where you've been? You missed out on the lion fight!"
From atop a massive pile of rubble, Megahertz shouted at Byatis. "HEY, you!! D-did you see Sentinel anywhere?!", her voice shaky and anxious.
Ridley was getting annoyed with Megahertz's shrieking. He stood up and said lazily, "I'll keep an eye out.", before leaving. He had a feeling K2 (and by extension, quite possibly his 'buddies') would not appreciate him lingering around. Ridley stuck his massive shield on his back, and walked away, shoulders slumped and head down.
The lazy and careless mercenary did not keep an eye on where he was going. Without a warning, he heard a loud thud as his large frame bumped into a smaller, pink haired girl. "Yow! Watch it!", Ridley said in an annoyed, bad tempered tone. He shook his head and looked down, noticing that he had ran into an illeryian girl with thick blue glasses....thick blue glasses which fell off her face when he bumped into her.
Ridley jolted back in surprise, then froze in place, his attention focused on her diamond-shaped gray pupils. Somehow, a faint red blush appeared on his mostly featureless face. In Ridley's mind, the sight of a glassless Riley was covered in sparkles and pink clouds. It was like a scene straight out of a cliched shoujo manga. "A-Ah...uhhhhhh...", Ridley stammered.
Keeton put his available arm around ciril and welcomed him to the freak show. "It's nice to see you buddy!" Keeton says smiling at all 3 of his friends. "Especially after what has gone down today. Hey man I'm really sorry about the shoulder, I don't know what came over me." He apologizes to Byatis looking a bit down about the whole situation. "But hey, we are here now, and we are going to party!" Keeton howls obnoxiously at the top of his lungs.
"Excuse me everyone is this fucking thing on..." The speakers aboard the ship boom with the loud tapping of the mic. "This is Mrs. Schwartz speaking on Mr. Darkov's behalf. All alive and able survivors aboard the F.S.S Realta Nua will be treated to a vacation on the moon of Nekrim! So get those bikini bodies ready gals! oh, and i guess guys should buy some swim shorts. This reward will be paid all expense by none other then Boris himself in appreciation for dealing with not only the Mafia raids, but also the Cazadore threat." The voice says trying to sound as enthusiastic as possible. "Oh, one more thing anyone who finds the husk of a highly advanced robot and/or the one responsible for the invasion of the ship will be rewarded handsomely, happy hunting!" The intercom is turned off. Keeton and his allies make it to their unit. "Well if that's not a reason to be happy, I don't know what is!" The pirate says popping the cork of a champagne bottle. He pours a drink for each of his comrades, and raises his glass. "I'd like to make a toast! A toast to girl's in bikinis!"
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"A vacation, you are too kind Boris." Beatrice says still talking to the hologram of Boris' back, as he shaves in his silken purple robe. "However there is still the matter of the package, but that can be an issue for later. Have a nice day Boris. tell that fox of a wife, I say hello!"
Beatrice turns her attention to the microphone for the intercom system to make her announcement to the crew, a vacation would be nice, after all this mayhem. After she is done she uses her communicator again but this time using a one way message. "Vlad, Ridley, and..." She scoffs "Gelon. You are instructed to meet me at 1130 in a private area of the ship. I have just updated your I.D. cards with restricted access, use them in the elevators to get to the room. I will brief you on the mission when all 4 of us are present. Sorry no vacation for you, cry about it later. You've got work to do!" She says flipping back on the security feed, and starts to spy on the adventurers aboard the ship.
"Excuse me everyone is this fucking thing on..." The speakers aboard the ship boom with the loud tapping of the mic. "This is Mrs. Schwartz speaking on Mr. Darkov's behalf. All alive and able survivors aboard the F.S.S Realta Nua will be treated to a vacation on the moon of Nekrim! So get those bikini bodies ready gals! oh, and i guess guys should buy some swim shorts. This reward will be paid all expense by none other then Boris himself in appreciation for dealing with not only the Mafia raids, but also the Cazadore threat." The voice says trying to sound as enthusiastic as possible. "Oh, one more thing anyone who finds the husk of a highly advanced robot and/or the one responsible for the invasion of the ship will be rewarded handsomely, happy hunting!" The intercom is turned off. Keeton and his allies make it to their unit. "Well if that's not a reason to be happy, I don't know what is!" The pirate says popping the cork of a champagne bottle. He pours a drink for each of his comrades, and raises his glass. "I'd like to make a toast! A toast to girl's in bikinis!"
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"A vacation, you are too kind Boris." Beatrice says still talking to the hologram of Boris' back, as he shaves in his silken purple robe. "However there is still the matter of the package, but that can be an issue for later. Have a nice day Boris. tell that fox of a wife, I say hello!"
Beatrice turns her attention to the microphone for the intercom system to make her announcement to the crew, a vacation would be nice, after all this mayhem. After she is done she uses her communicator again but this time using a one way message. "Vlad, Ridley, and..." She scoffs "Gelon. You are instructed to meet me at 1130 in a private area of the ship. I have just updated your I.D. cards with restricted access, use them in the elevators to get to the room. I will brief you on the mission when all 4 of us are present. Sorry no vacation for you, cry about it later. You've got work to do!" She says flipping back on the security feed, and starts to spy on the adventurers aboard the ship.
Everything will be alright. Quin's voice sounded so sincere that Lekan ended up believing it for a moment. So much had happened in such a short time... yet as long as they were both still alive, they could always recover in time, right? He watched as the Genesior brought her arm closer to him, and... took it off? There was a hand underneath. An actual hand! The arm cannon looked so organic that Lekan just assumed it was part of her own body.
The Ondari kept still as Quin placed her hand on his mantle, about where a forehead could be considered to be. Bioluminescent spots near his eyes started to glow dimly when he felt the touch of soft skin, as if some faint yellowish blush had crept onto his features. He was certainly feeling much calmer now. Just then, the PA system sputtered into life once more, the speaker a female this time. The announcement of their next destination seemed an unusual choice, considering the extent of the attack that had just taken place. And what was that about the husk of a highly advanced robot? Was the woman referring to Sentinel? Had something happened to him? Panic began to surge anew, but Lekan kept a lid on it this time. Everything was going to be fine, he told himself.
"We should head back to our room. It's been... a very tough day," he said, watching as repair and cleanup crews started to show up. Trying to take his mind off what was going on below, he opted for a different topic of conversation. "I can't help but wonder how you might look in a bikini..."
The Ondari kept still as Quin placed her hand on his mantle, about where a forehead could be considered to be. Bioluminescent spots near his eyes started to glow dimly when he felt the touch of soft skin, as if some faint yellowish blush had crept onto his features. He was certainly feeling much calmer now. Just then, the PA system sputtered into life once more, the speaker a female this time. The announcement of their next destination seemed an unusual choice, considering the extent of the attack that had just taken place. And what was that about the husk of a highly advanced robot? Was the woman referring to Sentinel? Had something happened to him? Panic began to surge anew, but Lekan kept a lid on it this time. Everything was going to be fine, he told himself.
"We should head back to our room. It's been... a very tough day," he said, watching as repair and cleanup crews started to show up. Trying to take his mind off what was going on below, he opted for a different topic of conversation. "I can't help but wonder how you might look in a bikini..."
Byatis wagged his tail innocently as most of the group was happy enough to see him. He wasn't used to it so it made him very happy. "Lion fight? Ahah I figured you guys should have all the fun, ahah!" He chuckled happily. "Don't worry about my shoulder...it'll regenerate soon enough." Just as he was about to turn to walk with the group when Megahertz was calling out to him frantically. "You mean the synthetic..? No...no I did not see him. But his odour is weak in this area." Byatis's tentacles flip around on his mane. "It seems to be stronger in this direction!" Byatis pointed down an alleyway. "Odd, the scent of sweat and cigars has the same pattern..." Byatis shrugged. "Maybe he chased someone?" Byatis hadn't seen what transpired here so that was the best conclusion he could come up with. Wherever Sentinel really was, they were long gone. Suddenly, the message of a vacation for the survivors was announced on the loudspeaker. "Oh! Vacation! On a beach! Sounds like fun!" Byatis called out.
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Riley was forced back a bit when she collided with a large, cold, icy material. For a moment she had thought she hit a refrigerator but she suddenly heard yelling. She walked into a person? Riley blushed with embarrassment. "Oh my gosh I'm so sorry! I can honestly say I didn't see you there!" Riley backed up a step when she heard the man yelling at her. She lowered her ears, feeling really bad about it. She expected more berating from the man, but he stopped, and started to stutter. Riley was confused as to why the man suddenly couldn't find the words. Did he have a change of heart? Did he notice her condition? Their awkward silence was interrupted by the announcement. That voice was clearly Beatrice. Riley shuddered at the condescending tone that woman had in her voice. After a while, Riley finally spoke up. "I..um.. I don't mean to be a bother but could you tell me where a bar is? I'm r-really looking for a place to wind down that isn't on my lonesome." She could feel the chill being emitted by Ridley's body. What the heck did she bump into, an elemental?
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Riley was forced back a bit when she collided with a large, cold, icy material. For a moment she had thought she hit a refrigerator but she suddenly heard yelling. She walked into a person? Riley blushed with embarrassment. "Oh my gosh I'm so sorry! I can honestly say I didn't see you there!" Riley backed up a step when she heard the man yelling at her. She lowered her ears, feeling really bad about it. She expected more berating from the man, but he stopped, and started to stutter. Riley was confused as to why the man suddenly couldn't find the words. Did he have a change of heart? Did he notice her condition? Their awkward silence was interrupted by the announcement. That voice was clearly Beatrice. Riley shuddered at the condescending tone that woman had in her voice. After a while, Riley finally spoke up. "I..um.. I don't mean to be a bother but could you tell me where a bar is? I'm r-really looking for a place to wind down that isn't on my lonesome." She could feel the chill being emitted by Ridley's body. What the heck did she bump into, an elemental?
Gelon sigh reliefed as he felt a pulse "thank god your alive" Gelon said as he got her carefully out of the ruble and lay her on her back and support her neck and head in case she had broken anything "I just hope she wakes up soon cause I'm still not safe from Mosa "come on Vlad wake up and don't jump to your feet just yet " he said to her hoping to get a response then the announce ment came but Gelon Blasted all the speakers around them 'vacation, wanting sentiel now i see i took the wrong job, GEHENNA had to DIE'
Not long after Cubey wandered over to the brother of the recently deceased, the cyborg human told him to keep his friends safe as he lit a cigarette and left, to which Cubey gave a a few stiff nods, as if giving a silent promise to himself. He then realized he had no idea who on earth that human was, but was thankful for whatever comfort he attempted to give him, as he in turn was attempting to do with Ozma, hopefully.
The red haired and black clad young man seemed stunned that Cubey even approached him, but he didn't mind, he only knew he had to comfort this man as he stared with a torn soul at the autographed juice box. Cubey could only stare at him sympathetically with shared misery, a complete lost for words or gestures of comfort despite his aim otherwise. It was tricky to understand how to console adult when you had the mind of a child. He froze up as recently met relative of Deunan placed his head on his shoulder a she cried, putting his arms around him gently as he rubbed his back, doing his best to push back tears and sob once again in sync, though still ended up whimpering.
Suddenly a very unexpected and immensely surprising announcement blared through the ship's intercom, as some woman calling herself Mrs Schwartz had announced that all surviving able bodied passengers were to be treated with an all expenses paid holiday to the moon of Nekrim, apparently being paid for by someone called Boris, probably the captain or owner of the F.S.S. Realtua Nua , in thanks for defending the place, seeming completely unaware or uncaring of the deceased aboard the ship, leaving Cubey completely stunned in shock. He was left even more puzzled with the added inclusion of a reward for apprehending the one responsible, or the body of some advanced robot, leaving an even more bitter taste in Cubey's mouth, sticking his tongue out at the speakers which the woman's voice blared from.
The mutated beastman the turned his attention back Ozma, and then stared at then interstellar rose's corpse one more time before asking softly; "Ummmm what should me do now?", staring at the Deunan's brother with a look of that he was completely at a loss on what to do next, his eye's darting around the room as if looking for some kind of direction.
The red haired and black clad young man seemed stunned that Cubey even approached him, but he didn't mind, he only knew he had to comfort this man as he stared with a torn soul at the autographed juice box. Cubey could only stare at him sympathetically with shared misery, a complete lost for words or gestures of comfort despite his aim otherwise. It was tricky to understand how to console adult when you had the mind of a child. He froze up as recently met relative of Deunan placed his head on his shoulder a she cried, putting his arms around him gently as he rubbed his back, doing his best to push back tears and sob once again in sync, though still ended up whimpering.
Suddenly a very unexpected and immensely surprising announcement blared through the ship's intercom, as some woman calling herself Mrs Schwartz had announced that all surviving able bodied passengers were to be treated with an all expenses paid holiday to the moon of Nekrim, apparently being paid for by someone called Boris, probably the captain or owner of the F.S.S. Realtua Nua , in thanks for defending the place, seeming completely unaware or uncaring of the deceased aboard the ship, leaving Cubey completely stunned in shock. He was left even more puzzled with the added inclusion of a reward for apprehending the one responsible, or the body of some advanced robot, leaving an even more bitter taste in Cubey's mouth, sticking his tongue out at the speakers which the woman's voice blared from.
The mutated beastman the turned his attention back Ozma, and then stared at then interstellar rose's corpse one more time before asking softly; "Ummmm what should me do now?", staring at the Deunan's brother with a look of that he was completely at a loss on what to do next, his eye's darting around the room as if looking for some kind of direction.
Graves quickly snapped out of his bout of hysterical laughter, standing up and dusting himself off. Glancing over at Sentinel's husk of a body, he sighed. There was work cut out for him when it came to repairing the destroyed synthetic. It was a wonder that the mainframe was even operational. Wouldn't do much without power but Sentinel could possibly be restarted. Reaching up to his mouth, Graves cursed as he realized that his cigar was missing. Feeling around in the pockets of his coat Graves only found the pack that he carried around with him. The one he was smoking at the beginning of the fight must have been lost somewhere along the way. Grumbling, he pulled another cigar out and lit it, puffing on it contentedly for a few moments before stepping outside the room.
"I'll be off for a bit. Make yourselves at home here, try and keep everything on the down-low. If you can, fix my gun. Make sure all Drakov-made parts are changed or removed, don't want that Ishkavi ruining my gun again. And if anyone attacks and is about to overrun you, melt the rest of Sentinel, the synthetic husk there."
"Roger boss, we'll get to it," replied one of the officers. Nodding, Graves began walking off through the different passageways, activating his cloak as he stepped out of sight of the other mobsters. I wonder if it's still there, he thought, glancing down at his data pad. Activating the piece of technology, he ran through Sentinel's coding, passing over all of the Warden and Dagojouiisan protocols. Finding a gray spot he stopped walking. Tapping on the piece, he began to work through the encryption of the section, a slow process. Continuing to walk slowly, he worked his way through the firewalls slowly. There was something familiar about them, almost as if...
'Welcome back, Mr. Graves' appeared on the screen. Dropping the data pad in shock he stared at the line of text. Whatever was in the gray section that he had unlocked knew him. Hands trembling as he picked up the data pad, he typed in, 'What are you?'
'Don't you remember, Mr. Graves? You made us. We are Crosis,' came the reply. Graves leaned against one of the walls and slid down to the floor. Crosis. Memories returned unbidden of his time on Dagojouiise. A time so long ago. The time when he was prisoner in one of the greatest war factories to ever exist. The time he met Sentinel. Crosis, the name Sentinel's mainframe had taken for itself after Graves had modified it. Beeping came from his data pad, red lines of code running across the screen. Tapping away, he attempted to contain whatever was destroying his equipment unsuccessfully. As quickly as it had started it stopped, replaced by one line of text: 'We are yours to command, Mr. Graves. Lead us.' The plural self references confused Graves. A glitch maybe. More importantly, Sentinel's mainframe now served him for whatever reason.
'What happened to the copy on Bea-' he managed to type in before the response came.
'Destroyed except for a fragment of us. Would you like us to destroy the systems in the Ishkavi's databases?'
'Not yet. Soon though,' Graves replied. Putting the data pad back in his jacket, he shut off the piece. He didn't want to know what would happen if the device was left on, Crosis in full control.
Stepping out into the artificial light of the Realta Nua, he saw that he was somewhere at the bottom of the ship. Near him were two people next to a body. Deunan Knight's body. Intrigued, he made his way over near the pair. Beatrice's voice came on over the intercom, announcing their stop at a resort to rest up before continuing. Nekrim? He didn't know of any other planets that would serve near enough to warrant the detour. Shaking the thought away, he looked back at the two figures next to Deunan's body. One was a creature of some sorts, a mutated Beastman possibly? The other he recognized after a bit of examining. The resemblance was there. He was Ozma Knight, Deunan's sister. Both people seemed in shock, grief written across their faces. Smiling softly, Graves stepped up near them as Cubey asked Ozma a question, still cloaked.
"I am sorry for your loss. It is horrible losing a sister, Ozma. I myself know the feeling of loss. Deunan was an amazing person, willful, kind, cheerful, altruistic. Rare is it to find ones such as her and painful is the passing. If I had the power I would bring her back to you both. Tell me, what happened?"
"I'll be off for a bit. Make yourselves at home here, try and keep everything on the down-low. If you can, fix my gun. Make sure all Drakov-made parts are changed or removed, don't want that Ishkavi ruining my gun again. And if anyone attacks and is about to overrun you, melt the rest of Sentinel, the synthetic husk there."
"Roger boss, we'll get to it," replied one of the officers. Nodding, Graves began walking off through the different passageways, activating his cloak as he stepped out of sight of the other mobsters. I wonder if it's still there, he thought, glancing down at his data pad. Activating the piece of technology, he ran through Sentinel's coding, passing over all of the Warden and Dagojouiisan protocols. Finding a gray spot he stopped walking. Tapping on the piece, he began to work through the encryption of the section, a slow process. Continuing to walk slowly, he worked his way through the firewalls slowly. There was something familiar about them, almost as if...
'Welcome back, Mr. Graves' appeared on the screen. Dropping the data pad in shock he stared at the line of text. Whatever was in the gray section that he had unlocked knew him. Hands trembling as he picked up the data pad, he typed in, 'What are you?'
'Don't you remember, Mr. Graves? You made us. We are Crosis,' came the reply. Graves leaned against one of the walls and slid down to the floor. Crosis. Memories returned unbidden of his time on Dagojouiise. A time so long ago. The time when he was prisoner in one of the greatest war factories to ever exist. The time he met Sentinel. Crosis, the name Sentinel's mainframe had taken for itself after Graves had modified it. Beeping came from his data pad, red lines of code running across the screen. Tapping away, he attempted to contain whatever was destroying his equipment unsuccessfully. As quickly as it had started it stopped, replaced by one line of text: 'We are yours to command, Mr. Graves. Lead us.' The plural self references confused Graves. A glitch maybe. More importantly, Sentinel's mainframe now served him for whatever reason.
'What happened to the copy on Bea-' he managed to type in before the response came.
'Destroyed except for a fragment of us. Would you like us to destroy the systems in the Ishkavi's databases?'
'Not yet. Soon though,' Graves replied. Putting the data pad back in his jacket, he shut off the piece. He didn't want to know what would happen if the device was left on, Crosis in full control.
Stepping out into the artificial light of the Realta Nua, he saw that he was somewhere at the bottom of the ship. Near him were two people next to a body. Deunan Knight's body. Intrigued, he made his way over near the pair. Beatrice's voice came on over the intercom, announcing their stop at a resort to rest up before continuing. Nekrim? He didn't know of any other planets that would serve near enough to warrant the detour. Shaking the thought away, he looked back at the two figures next to Deunan's body. One was a creature of some sorts, a mutated Beastman possibly? The other he recognized after a bit of examining. The resemblance was there. He was Ozma Knight, Deunan's sister. Both people seemed in shock, grief written across their faces. Smiling softly, Graves stepped up near them as Cubey asked Ozma a question, still cloaked.
"I am sorry for your loss. It is horrible losing a sister, Ozma. I myself know the feeling of loss. Deunan was an amazing person, willful, kind, cheerful, altruistic. Rare is it to find ones such as her and painful is the passing. If I had the power I would bring her back to you both. Tell me, what happened?"
The setting changes from Stratevaria Galaxy to F.S.S. Realta Nua
Clockwork looked on proudly at K2 and Byatis. It was oddly heartwarming, how they've made up already, despite all the profanities, insults, and physical abuse they threw at each other barely two hours ago. The cyborg pirate and the eldritch rogue..a perfectly odd and oddly perfect couple, if there was one.
Clockwork gazed up at the speakers as Beatrice spoke. A paid vacation? To Nekrim? Clockwork would never miss this for anything! Not the sights of all the bodacious space babes in swimsuits. His circuits were already buzzing just thinking about it. And then Drakov's name came up. And Clockwork suddenly froze, receiving more of those strange imagery. Why did these images of a human family kept coming up? Clockwork was snapped out of his trance by the cork of K2's champagne bottle bouncing off his yellow visor, causing him to flinch and stand straight. He looked as K2 poured his drink for himself, Byatis, and Ciril. Too embarassed to admit he blacked out for a second there, Clockwork lets out a simple chuckle, and raised his glass. "To bare midriffs and delicious thighs!"
Megahertz stared at Byatis for a good few seconds as he suggested a direction. She gave a good, long, look at the alleyway, with a worried expression on her face. She thought about chasing him down....but was unsure if it was the right thing to do. Maybe Sentinel would be alright. Maybe he just had something to take care of. Something private. Megahertz continued trying to rationalize this, even though deep inside, her gut tells her something wasn't right, she simply nodded and whispered. "I'll..wait till tomorrow morning at the house...I really hope he's okay...."
When she realized how worried she looked to the people nearby, she pouted and turned away. "I-it's not like I was worried or anything! Idiot's probably getting an oil change...or something."
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Quin didn't move an inch when Beatrice spoke through the PA system. As always, it did not seem like she had any particularly negative or positive opinion about the event, from the looks on her face. Quin didn't bother to reply to Lekan's suggestion, figuring out that action spoke louder than words (especially in her case), so she hovered in front of him as they head to their rooms.
When Lekan gave his question out of nowhere, Quin stopped dead in her tracks. Her two red compound eyes looked as if they widened, then turned to glance at Lekan. Quin gave it about 2 seconds of thought. "Terrible.", she bluntly put, before continuing on her way, though noticeably going at a much faster pace.
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A few seconds pass. When Vlad opened her eyes with a groan, she was greeted with the sight of Gelon's middle aged face. She grunted and stirred, getting up herself, albeit staggering a bit. Just in time too, for Beatrice's announcement. Holding the sight of her head, Vlad sighed. "Hey Gelon.....", greeting Gelon unenthusiastically.
"I'm fine....fine.", Vlad said forcefully, standing up while flexing her shoulders. She glanced at him for a few seconds with a cold expression. "..Thanks.", she simply, but erneastly, said. No matter his reasons, Gelon waited for her, and she was rather thankful for that.
"...But we should get moving.", Vlad immediately followed up, never one for sappy moments. Her tail curled around Gelon's organic arm, and she pulled him, while walking towards the Drakov offices, eager to get this over with so she could finally get some sleep.
"Let's go find Ridley and get to Beatrice....", Vlad said, looking around for the ice man. She would be more upset about the lack of beach vacation, if Drakov did not pay her so well. Besides, there was one thing she had over the bad-tempered Ridley and grabby Gelon: her professionalism.
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Ridley was so stunned by Riley's eyes that Beatrice's announcement went in one ear and out the other. He always had a thing for exotic looking eyes, particularly since the one he has is...quite boring in comparison to most. The awkward silence persisted, until Riley broke the ice.
"W-Well, I.... the b-bar is..I- over...uhhhhh...", Ridley kept stammering like an imbecile. In his head, he was cursing himself for appearing so undignified, especially in front of a stunning stranger. Finally, after 5 more seconds, Ridley took a deep breath and chilled out. Standing tall and firm, the ice elemental pointed to his left, to where K2 and his crew went to. "Down this way. You should smell the booze. And hear the obnoxiousness. And see the stupidity."
Ridley kept quiet for a bit more, his single eye darting left and right across his cross-shaped visor nervously. "Be careful.", he said, concerned.
"Maybe I should help you get over there.", Ridley meekly suggested.
He then slapped himself in the forehead, creating quite a loud and audible clunk. "W-wait, no, people will get the wrong idea.", he mumbled.
"Or...maybe you wouldn't mind?!!" Ridley shouted. Then he paused, before finishing his rambling with an embarassed, "............I don't know.", while dejectedly slumping his shoulders.
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Ozma remained still as Cubey gave his question. A question he was asking himself. He was sure that the VENOM assassins had killed his father, or he would be out here by now, doing his hero thing. Like a good man. Which Ozma was not, he realized, as the guilt overwhelmed him once again.
"I....
I don't know...", was all Ozma could weakly say. Like Cubey, he was completely at lost. His father was killed, his sister was murdered. And he knew he was responsible for at least one of those deaths. Not that it was something he would admit out loud.
Just then, he saw an ominous, shadowy cloaked figure approaching the two. A chill ran down the red headed youth's spine as he looked up at the darkness surrounding Graves. This was not a person Ozma would want to mess with, he figured...but exactly what was he? He sounded human enough, yet something about him was...off.
the more Graves listed off Deunan's virtues, the lower his head was bowed, as he was indirectly reminded of how worthless he was in comparison. Ozma shook his head at Graves' asking. His answer? The same one to Cubey's question. "I......d-don't know...." He kept quiet as he glanced to the pile of ash nearby, where the zombified bandit once were.
"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know....", Ozma muttered while shivering.
That pile of ash...it reeked of death, magic, and death magic. Upon closer inspection, robotic, cerulean-colored remnants of what seemed like insectoid legs could be found.
Clockwork gazed up at the speakers as Beatrice spoke. A paid vacation? To Nekrim? Clockwork would never miss this for anything! Not the sights of all the bodacious space babes in swimsuits. His circuits were already buzzing just thinking about it. And then Drakov's name came up. And Clockwork suddenly froze, receiving more of those strange imagery. Why did these images of a human family kept coming up? Clockwork was snapped out of his trance by the cork of K2's champagne bottle bouncing off his yellow visor, causing him to flinch and stand straight. He looked as K2 poured his drink for himself, Byatis, and Ciril. Too embarassed to admit he blacked out for a second there, Clockwork lets out a simple chuckle, and raised his glass. "To bare midriffs and delicious thighs!"
Megahertz stared at Byatis for a good few seconds as he suggested a direction. She gave a good, long, look at the alleyway, with a worried expression on her face. She thought about chasing him down....but was unsure if it was the right thing to do. Maybe Sentinel would be alright. Maybe he just had something to take care of. Something private. Megahertz continued trying to rationalize this, even though deep inside, her gut tells her something wasn't right, she simply nodded and whispered. "I'll..wait till tomorrow morning at the house...I really hope he's okay...."
When she realized how worried she looked to the people nearby, she pouted and turned away. "I-it's not like I was worried or anything! Idiot's probably getting an oil change...or something."
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Quin didn't move an inch when Beatrice spoke through the PA system. As always, it did not seem like she had any particularly negative or positive opinion about the event, from the looks on her face. Quin didn't bother to reply to Lekan's suggestion, figuring out that action spoke louder than words (especially in her case), so she hovered in front of him as they head to their rooms.
When Lekan gave his question out of nowhere, Quin stopped dead in her tracks. Her two red compound eyes looked as if they widened, then turned to glance at Lekan. Quin gave it about 2 seconds of thought. "Terrible.", she bluntly put, before continuing on her way, though noticeably going at a much faster pace.
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A few seconds pass. When Vlad opened her eyes with a groan, she was greeted with the sight of Gelon's middle aged face. She grunted and stirred, getting up herself, albeit staggering a bit. Just in time too, for Beatrice's announcement. Holding the sight of her head, Vlad sighed. "Hey Gelon.....", greeting Gelon unenthusiastically.
"I'm fine....fine.", Vlad said forcefully, standing up while flexing her shoulders. She glanced at him for a few seconds with a cold expression. "..Thanks.", she simply, but erneastly, said. No matter his reasons, Gelon waited for her, and she was rather thankful for that.
"...But we should get moving.", Vlad immediately followed up, never one for sappy moments. Her tail curled around Gelon's organic arm, and she pulled him, while walking towards the Drakov offices, eager to get this over with so she could finally get some sleep.
"Let's go find Ridley and get to Beatrice....", Vlad said, looking around for the ice man. She would be more upset about the lack of beach vacation, if Drakov did not pay her so well. Besides, there was one thing she had over the bad-tempered Ridley and grabby Gelon: her professionalism.
----
Ridley was so stunned by Riley's eyes that Beatrice's announcement went in one ear and out the other. He always had a thing for exotic looking eyes, particularly since the one he has is...quite boring in comparison to most. The awkward silence persisted, until Riley broke the ice.
"W-Well, I.... the b-bar is..I- over...uhhhhh...", Ridley kept stammering like an imbecile. In his head, he was cursing himself for appearing so undignified, especially in front of a stunning stranger. Finally, after 5 more seconds, Ridley took a deep breath and chilled out. Standing tall and firm, the ice elemental pointed to his left, to where K2 and his crew went to. "Down this way. You should smell the booze. And hear the obnoxiousness. And see the stupidity."
Ridley kept quiet for a bit more, his single eye darting left and right across his cross-shaped visor nervously. "Be careful.", he said, concerned.
"Maybe I should help you get over there.", Ridley meekly suggested.
He then slapped himself in the forehead, creating quite a loud and audible clunk. "W-wait, no, people will get the wrong idea.", he mumbled.
"Or...maybe you wouldn't mind?!!" Ridley shouted. Then he paused, before finishing his rambling with an embarassed, "............I don't know.", while dejectedly slumping his shoulders.
----
Ozma remained still as Cubey gave his question. A question he was asking himself. He was sure that the VENOM assassins had killed his father, or he would be out here by now, doing his hero thing. Like a good man. Which Ozma was not, he realized, as the guilt overwhelmed him once again.
"I....
I don't know...", was all Ozma could weakly say. Like Cubey, he was completely at lost. His father was killed, his sister was murdered. And he knew he was responsible for at least one of those deaths. Not that it was something he would admit out loud.
Just then, he saw an ominous, shadowy cloaked figure approaching the two. A chill ran down the red headed youth's spine as he looked up at the darkness surrounding Graves. This was not a person Ozma would want to mess with, he figured...but exactly what was he? He sounded human enough, yet something about him was...off.
the more Graves listed off Deunan's virtues, the lower his head was bowed, as he was indirectly reminded of how worthless he was in comparison. Ozma shook his head at Graves' asking. His answer? The same one to Cubey's question. "I......d-don't know...." He kept quiet as he glanced to the pile of ash nearby, where the zombified bandit once were.
"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know....", Ozma muttered while shivering.
That pile of ash...it reeked of death, magic, and death magic. Upon closer inspection, robotic, cerulean-colored remnants of what seemed like insectoid legs could be found.
Gelon nodded to Vlad and pull his arm away in a scared reaction with shrunken pupils as Vlad grab his arm with her tail,he quickly snapped out of it and watch her "sorry about that Vlad....some memories leave deep scars, but you are wounded let me carry you" Gelon offered to her, trying to change the subject but he knew as well she might reject the offer and ask about it "it's not smart to be walking after what happened to you so please, let me carry you, yes I got smacked as well but with my nanobots I heal faster, so please take my offer"
Cubey merely stood along side Ozma silently, clutching his antennae as his senses had returned to him, struggling to put his feelings into words, which was made all the more difficult due to the smell of corpses around, where his interests were mixed along with stopping himself from throwing up, but was thankful the clean up crew was beginning to sort things out already. He shuddered once again at the smell of death, wondering if his heroes, the Rainbow Rangers had ever felt this way with their defeated enemies, though then again, they never really seemed to kill anyone really, and if they did they were neatly destroyed via utterly exploding out of existence. The thought reminded him of the strange raider corpse that shot his friend, causing him to sniffle and tear up again.
His thoughts were dashed however, as a stranger seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, reeking of cigar smoke, that didn't help with Cubey's antennae, trying his best to press them against his head after leaping back in fright of the surprise arrival. His fear grew as he saw Ozma was also uncomfortable in the man's presence, realizing he could not truely see the owner of the voice that conversed with them. His reaction dimmed as he suddenly listed Deunan's qualities giving, Ozma his condolences sympathetically, and asking what happened to Ozma's sister. The beastman turned his head at his fellow griever, to see him explain the cause, but he simply answered that he had no idea, leaving Cubey with a wash of guilt come over him as he realized what had happened. He turned to the stranger nervously before explaining quietly in a shaky voice; "She got shot in the head. Nothing we could do. One of the bad guys, we thought he was dead. Well, he was dead, but he came back alive and shot her. And, ummm, and......... she saved me. I think. She pushed me out of the way. Then the guy, turned into dust. And now she's......" , he finished somberly, his voice trailing off as he took a gulp out of nothing in an attempt to push down his feelings, pointing at the pile of ash that Ozma was staring at.
He then stared at the stranger with watery eye's and said; "Ummmm thank you for your kind words mister. Oh Deunan.....", as he began sniffling again, seeming just about ready to burst into sobbing once more, stroking the juice box in his hand.
His thoughts were dashed however, as a stranger seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, reeking of cigar smoke, that didn't help with Cubey's antennae, trying his best to press them against his head after leaping back in fright of the surprise arrival. His fear grew as he saw Ozma was also uncomfortable in the man's presence, realizing he could not truely see the owner of the voice that conversed with them. His reaction dimmed as he suddenly listed Deunan's qualities giving, Ozma his condolences sympathetically, and asking what happened to Ozma's sister. The beastman turned his head at his fellow griever, to see him explain the cause, but he simply answered that he had no idea, leaving Cubey with a wash of guilt come over him as he realized what had happened. He turned to the stranger nervously before explaining quietly in a shaky voice; "She got shot in the head. Nothing we could do. One of the bad guys, we thought he was dead. Well, he was dead, but he came back alive and shot her. And, ummm, and......... she saved me. I think. She pushed me out of the way. Then the guy, turned into dust. And now she's......" , he finished somberly, his voice trailing off as he took a gulp out of nothing in an attempt to push down his feelings, pointing at the pile of ash that Ozma was staring at.
He then stared at the stranger with watery eye's and said; "Ummmm thank you for your kind words mister. Oh Deunan.....", as he began sniffling again, seeming just about ready to burst into sobbing once more, stroking the juice box in his hand.
When Quin unexpectedly stopped in her tracks, Lekan wasn't sure what to think. Attempting to read what passed for her facial expression, he was surprised to see that the large red compound eyes on her head had widened. Surprise, maybe? It certainly looked like she hadn't expected to be asked about swimwear, especially by a creature that had no need for clothing in the first place.
The Ondari didn't look convinced by his friend's answer as he increased his speed to match hers. "Prove it," he said jokingly as they made their way back to their quarters. Other than that he decided not to press the matter too much, considering how she reacted the first time.
The Ondari didn't look convinced by his friend's answer as he increased his speed to match hers. "Prove it," he said jokingly as they made their way back to their quarters. Other than that he decided not to press the matter too much, considering how she reacted the first time.
Graves listened to the two recount their short tale and short it was. Not much of a tale at all. He looked down at Deunan's corpse amd examined it. The wound was small enough in the back of her skull but much of her forehead was blown out quite gruesomely. He had seen enough executions to know the result. Such a dishonorable end was not something that he desired for anyone. Compassion tugged at his heart as her blank eyes stared up at him. Dead, so very dead, yet they seemed to accuse him. The thought hit him quite suddenly. Looking up and around, he actually saw the destruction that his attack had caused. Three enormous corpses, the Cazadores, lay sprawled on the ground. Fires burned in some places, many already extinguished by the hastily assembled fire crew of the survivors.
A field of bodies, bountiful harvest for that thing called Death. So small compared to the vast crater-ravaged battlefields of the Great War, where thousands upon thousands fought and died over cities not much larger than this, millions over a single planet. Friends buried alongside rivals and enemies. Total war. Yet it did not compare with this. These people did not need to die. His attack could have been limited to fewer men, a more discreet operation. Chaos could have been accomplished with less blood shed. Am I developing a conscience? Graves thought to himself. Shaking his head sadly, he dropped the magical shadows, revealing his form to Cubey and Ozma.
Crouching so that he was level with them, he slowly reached out and placed a hand on Deunan's forehead. "Whatever merciful gods are listening, take this woman into your fold. Take her for her virtues and her mistakes, for her friends and enemies. Take her in peace, in death," Graves intoned, running his hand down her face as the last word faded, closing her eyes. The accusatory gaze was gone. He did not have to look at it anymore.
Looking at Cubey and Ozma with saddened eyes, he sifted through the pile of ash which was once a raider or mobster. Tiny spindles of cerulean metal poked through the powder, almost imperceptible. Picking one up, he looked at it closely before tucking it into his coat. Reaching a hand out, he laid it softly on Cubey's shoulder. "She is resting now. Nothing can hurt her anymore and I'm sure she will wait for you to meet her one day," he spoke softly. Glancing down at the juice box in Cubey's hand, he noticed the handwriting scrawled across spelling Deunan's name. "Keep that as a memory of her. Never forget her for once you do she never lived. That is the worst fate to suffer. A second death. As I said, there is nothing I can do for her though I wish I could. But there is something I can help you with. Would you like to enact justice against those responsible for her death, those evil people that would remove kind souls from this galaxy?"
A field of bodies, bountiful harvest for that thing called Death. So small compared to the vast crater-ravaged battlefields of the Great War, where thousands upon thousands fought and died over cities not much larger than this, millions over a single planet. Friends buried alongside rivals and enemies. Total war. Yet it did not compare with this. These people did not need to die. His attack could have been limited to fewer men, a more discreet operation. Chaos could have been accomplished with less blood shed. Am I developing a conscience? Graves thought to himself. Shaking his head sadly, he dropped the magical shadows, revealing his form to Cubey and Ozma.
Crouching so that he was level with them, he slowly reached out and placed a hand on Deunan's forehead. "Whatever merciful gods are listening, take this woman into your fold. Take her for her virtues and her mistakes, for her friends and enemies. Take her in peace, in death," Graves intoned, running his hand down her face as the last word faded, closing her eyes. The accusatory gaze was gone. He did not have to look at it anymore.
Looking at Cubey and Ozma with saddened eyes, he sifted through the pile of ash which was once a raider or mobster. Tiny spindles of cerulean metal poked through the powder, almost imperceptible. Picking one up, he looked at it closely before tucking it into his coat. Reaching a hand out, he laid it softly on Cubey's shoulder. "She is resting now. Nothing can hurt her anymore and I'm sure she will wait for you to meet her one day," he spoke softly. Glancing down at the juice box in Cubey's hand, he noticed the handwriting scrawled across spelling Deunan's name. "Keep that as a memory of her. Never forget her for once you do she never lived. That is the worst fate to suffer. A second death. As I said, there is nothing I can do for her though I wish I could. But there is something I can help you with. Would you like to enact justice against those responsible for her death, those evil people that would remove kind souls from this galaxy?"
Vlad grunted at Gelon's reaction, and instantly lets go of his arm, the tail uncoiling and slithering away like a snake. Vlad did not even look at Gelon as he gave his question. "Why are you always touching people? We have better things to do. Weren't you even listening to Beatrice?!" Vlad asked in a highly ticked off, yet genuinely curious manner, as she glanced at him with a fiery look in her eyes. She was not just trying to insult him, she was really trying to get an answer, good or bad.
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As they reach their quarters, Quin stopped in front of the door, and glared at Lekan. Or maybe it was a stare? Somehow, all those eyes felt more like a glare, though. A really, really, annoyed glare. Quin paused for about 5 seconds, for dramatic effect, before flatly remarking, "Denied."
She then entered the cabin, but before Lekan could get a chance to get inside as well, the insectoid veteran slammed the door in his face. And then activated all the security locks. And then Lekan could hear the hissing of plasma, as Quin welded the door shut.
"Your request is denied, hentai squid.", Quin said in a final tone.
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Ozma looked up at Graves as he revealed his form. A human, just like him. Thank goodness, Ozma thought. Ozma cried on the inside more and more as Graves gave his consoling speech to Cubey. It was all his fault, Ozma chanted in his head. But he did not have the courage to admit it, both to the others and, especially, himself. When Graves gave his offer, Ozma's eyes lit up. Yes! This may be his chance for repentance, the red headed youth thought. He turned to Graves, and asked, "Y-you can help us??"
'Us'. That word struck Ozma. They say that grief brought people together. Ozma glanced at Cubey. Despite his xenophobia and Cubey's status as a beastman, both of them loved Deunan greatly, both of them mourned her together. And Ozma hoped, both of them would not let this murderer go so easily.
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As they reach their quarters, Quin stopped in front of the door, and glared at Lekan. Or maybe it was a stare? Somehow, all those eyes felt more like a glare, though. A really, really, annoyed glare. Quin paused for about 5 seconds, for dramatic effect, before flatly remarking, "Denied."
She then entered the cabin, but before Lekan could get a chance to get inside as well, the insectoid veteran slammed the door in his face. And then activated all the security locks. And then Lekan could hear the hissing of plasma, as Quin welded the door shut.
"Your request is denied, hentai squid.", Quin said in a final tone.
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Ozma looked up at Graves as he revealed his form. A human, just like him. Thank goodness, Ozma thought. Ozma cried on the inside more and more as Graves gave his consoling speech to Cubey. It was all his fault, Ozma chanted in his head. But he did not have the courage to admit it, both to the others and, especially, himself. When Graves gave his offer, Ozma's eyes lit up. Yes! This may be his chance for repentance, the red headed youth thought. He turned to Graves, and asked, "Y-you can help us??"
'Us'. That word struck Ozma. They say that grief brought people together. Ozma glanced at Cubey. Despite his xenophobia and Cubey's status as a beastman, both of them loved Deunan greatly, both of them mourned her together. And Ozma hoped, both of them would not let this murderer go so easily.
A different reaction then Gelon expected but Vlad at least didn't ask anything about his reaction "yes I did hear her and I don't trust the vacation, we went to this planet to let the ship be modified for the death planet and now out of nowhere we get a vacation? After what happened!? That just seems wrong, we are a puppet show for her and Boris they can just watch from their office and be safe with their defenses, Deunan is dead thanks to that. And I just offered help Vlad, I can see you you are wounded by the way you walk" gelon awnsered Vlad's questions
Cubey stood silently, as the smoke smelling stranger and Ozma also kept quiet for a few moments, staring blankly at the source of the musky smell as well as the red haired acquaintance of his. He stared around at all the unfortunate victims of the act, as well as the ones that caused it, wondering who all of these people were before. Did they have friends who missed them too? Did those friends know? Cubey decided against thinking about it much longer as he turned round to see that the stranger they could not see had revealed himself to be suited, broad shouldered human wearing a fedora or a trilby, Cubey could never tell the difference, as knelt down and closed Deunan's eye's, giving her a prayer of sorts, to which Cubey put his hands together and prayed along with, closing his eyes. As he remembered from what the staff at the facility and the shows he watched on TV, it was only right to follow along with others traditions in serious moments.
Due to having his eyes closed still he missed the suited human picking up the strange metal remains that were in the raider's ashes, to which Cubey barely even had a hint towards it, other than slight whiff of metal, though was greatly overshadowed by the fact the entire ship was made from metal. He did however, realize there was a comforting hand on his shoulder, opening his eyes to see Graves softly comforting him with reassuring words, to which Cubey nodded somberly, listening as he told him to keep the juice box with him, the only thing he had to remember her by. He then said something curious. He seemed to offer them revenge.
"I will keep this with me tall times, I promise!" Cubey said with certainty about his earlier comment, though he was much less certain on to take his offer or not on vengeance. Ozma seemed just as caught off guard as Cubey was, but seeming more grateful for the chance. Cubey had sickly feeling in his stomach, as if his belly was ill from the question, to which he realized he was scared to answer. He remembered the rainbow Rangers saying revenge was always bad, but he couldn't just let the one who caused Deunan's death to skip away free. He was probably laughing at them now. Planing on hurting someone else's friends. Cubey gritted his teeth. The very thought made him furious to the core, his hooved hands gripping into the nearest thing he could muster as a fist, as his sudden gravity increase made the floor beneath him buckle from stress.
"How do we hurt the bad man?" Cubey asked, sounding much more spiteful than his usual cheerful self, his eyes focusing on the suited man who gave them the offer, standing almost as if he was demanding a reply.
Due to having his eyes closed still he missed the suited human picking up the strange metal remains that were in the raider's ashes, to which Cubey barely even had a hint towards it, other than slight whiff of metal, though was greatly overshadowed by the fact the entire ship was made from metal. He did however, realize there was a comforting hand on his shoulder, opening his eyes to see Graves softly comforting him with reassuring words, to which Cubey nodded somberly, listening as he told him to keep the juice box with him, the only thing he had to remember her by. He then said something curious. He seemed to offer them revenge.
"I will keep this with me tall times, I promise!" Cubey said with certainty about his earlier comment, though he was much less certain on to take his offer or not on vengeance. Ozma seemed just as caught off guard as Cubey was, but seeming more grateful for the chance. Cubey had sickly feeling in his stomach, as if his belly was ill from the question, to which he realized he was scared to answer. He remembered the rainbow Rangers saying revenge was always bad, but he couldn't just let the one who caused Deunan's death to skip away free. He was probably laughing at them now. Planing on hurting someone else's friends. Cubey gritted his teeth. The very thought made him furious to the core, his hooved hands gripping into the nearest thing he could muster as a fist, as his sudden gravity increase made the floor beneath him buckle from stress.
"How do we hurt the bad man?" Cubey asked, sounding much more spiteful than his usual cheerful self, his eyes focusing on the suited man who gave them the offer, standing almost as if he was demanding a reply.
Graves smiled inwardly as Ozma and Cubey began to consider his offer. Oh yes, part of it was sincerely offering to help find Deunan's killer; she really had been a nice person and he was sad to see her go. But the greater part of him saw this as an opportunity to strike back at Drakov and secure his own safety in a way. Those that had been in the house where the Cazadore still lay sleeping could not be relied upon at the moment. They seemed to know Sentinel, the Ishkavi girl at least. She certainly appeared nicer than Beatrice.
These two, however, could be made into allies. Chinks carved into their emotional armor would allow Graves to worm his way through, convert them in time. Ozma certainly seemed eager about being given the chance to exact revenge against whoever had killed Deunan. His grief could be directed into hate towards others. Hate that Graves could use to his own ends. Cubey was another matter entirely. He adored Deunan by all appearances yet seemed slightly more reluctant. As long as they didn't turn against him.
As both responded to his offer he considered his response for a few seconds. If not worded correctly than he could lose two potential allies. "I can help you yes," Graves responded. Looking down as he heard a small crunching sounds he saw the floor beneath Cubey buckling. Gravitational manipulation? Most likely but something to dwell on later. "And as to how we hurt the 'bad man' depends entirely on who or what killed Deunan. For all we know, the bandit could have done that himself, implanted some form of resurrection device. I find that unlikely. No, whoever killed Deunan has power, authority. They wanted her dead for a specific reason though what that reason is, I don't know. If she is dead, we must also assume that you, Ozma, and the rest of the Knight family are in danger."
Extracting the small cerulean leg from his coat, he showed the two the small piece. "This was in the ash of the bandit. Though uncertain I suspect it is part of some small robotic device that was implanted in the bandit, with or without his knowledge. Without further evidence, we must assume that this caused his resurrection and destruction. If either of you know someone that could analyze this, that would be most helpful. If not, I'll find someone. And to actually answer your question, we shall have to either kill or imprison the perpetrator. The latter would be less suspicious and more appeasing to all the others that grieve for Deunan. If it becomes impossible to capture the murdered, then we must destroy whomever it is to ensure they do not cause any more grief. Considering the high profile nature of this assassination, it was most likely carried out by VENOM, a galactic assassins' organization." Taking out two small encrypted transmitters, he handed one to each person. "You can use these to contact me should you decide anything. But for now I must leave you. There are those that would wish this stopped, especially if they know I am helping you. Fare well." With that closing remark, he recast his magical invisibility, stalking off towards the house in which the Cazadore slept. Options awaited him. Most especially a young Dark S1de informant that he had recognized. Information is power and Graves needed more.
These two, however, could be made into allies. Chinks carved into their emotional armor would allow Graves to worm his way through, convert them in time. Ozma certainly seemed eager about being given the chance to exact revenge against whoever had killed Deunan. His grief could be directed into hate towards others. Hate that Graves could use to his own ends. Cubey was another matter entirely. He adored Deunan by all appearances yet seemed slightly more reluctant. As long as they didn't turn against him.
As both responded to his offer he considered his response for a few seconds. If not worded correctly than he could lose two potential allies. "I can help you yes," Graves responded. Looking down as he heard a small crunching sounds he saw the floor beneath Cubey buckling. Gravitational manipulation? Most likely but something to dwell on later. "And as to how we hurt the 'bad man' depends entirely on who or what killed Deunan. For all we know, the bandit could have done that himself, implanted some form of resurrection device. I find that unlikely. No, whoever killed Deunan has power, authority. They wanted her dead for a specific reason though what that reason is, I don't know. If she is dead, we must also assume that you, Ozma, and the rest of the Knight family are in danger."
Extracting the small cerulean leg from his coat, he showed the two the small piece. "This was in the ash of the bandit. Though uncertain I suspect it is part of some small robotic device that was implanted in the bandit, with or without his knowledge. Without further evidence, we must assume that this caused his resurrection and destruction. If either of you know someone that could analyze this, that would be most helpful. If not, I'll find someone. And to actually answer your question, we shall have to either kill or imprison the perpetrator. The latter would be less suspicious and more appeasing to all the others that grieve for Deunan. If it becomes impossible to capture the murdered, then we must destroy whomever it is to ensure they do not cause any more grief. Considering the high profile nature of this assassination, it was most likely carried out by VENOM, a galactic assassins' organization." Taking out two small encrypted transmitters, he handed one to each person. "You can use these to contact me should you decide anything. But for now I must leave you. There are those that would wish this stopped, especially if they know I am helping you. Fare well." With that closing remark, he recast his magical invisibility, stalking off towards the house in which the Cazadore slept. Options awaited him. Most especially a young Dark S1de informant that he had recognized. Information is power and Graves needed more.
Riley smiled as she listened to Ridley stammer his speech. She thought it was rather cute so she decided she'd play along. "Well I could smell the booze, and I could heard the stupid, but...," she tapped next to her eyes, "my eyes don't really work, so I'd be more than grateful if you could show me the way!" Riley spoke in such an upbeat manner, that it highly contrasted the death that everyone knew was there. But it wasn't unsettling, it had a welcoming feeling to it. Riley let out a sigh, suddenly exhausted. "Man I need this drink. It has been a LONG day, I'm sure you'd know..." She refused to let the carnage around get to her. Out of sight, out of mind as they always say. "I'd ask you to join me, but you must've been on a mission if you bumped into little ol' me. Haha!" She said while nudging him with her mechanical arm. The sensors on the metal gave Riley a chill. He really WAS made of ice! Oh the puns she could muster up. But somehow, she figured he has already heard them all.
(Sorry I havent responded in a while, I was waiting for K2 :\ )
(Sorry I havent responded in a while, I was waiting for K2 :\ )
( Hey guys sorry I haven't responded in a while I was waiting for Ciril :l )
Beatrice stared at the monitor for hours, occasionally taking breaks to pour a glass of champagne. While she watched a camera fixed on a party by a weird assortment of creatures, her communicator began to light up. Who was contacting her so late in the evening?
"Welcome back Mr. Graves", illuminates onto the data pad. The gangster hadn't scrubbed his machine of cookies. Beatrice begins to spy on the thing known as Crotis and Graves (presumably the mobster), while they have a subtle conversation. "What happened to the copy on Bea-" Suddenly the com stops and a another one opens entitled 'Crotis'. Beatrice opens it, and looks on in horror as the message displays, "No peeking".
Whatever that Crotis thing is, it hacked into Beatrice's system. A feat. that had never been done before, the machine literally went into the data pad extracted all information about sentinel and Graves and was out before the tracers could pinpoint the location. However Beatrice would still have the servers, hopefully. "Hello, Jerry this is Mrs. Schwartz your boss. Listen Jerry I have a very important assignment for you. NO JERRY, DON'T YOU PUT ME ON FUCKING HOL-" Music starts playing through the communicator, as Beatrice seethes with anger. "Hi Pat, oh your employees aren't aloud to accept offers. Well in that case, FIRE HIM! Listen to me Pat, I am Beatrice fucking Schwartz. If you do not do what I tell you to right now, I will personally take your family out into deep space and THROW THEM OUT OF THE FUCKING AIRLOCK! Okay good, listen to me very carefully, go into my private servers, I just gave you access. Go to the sector entitled Dagojouiise war machine, open the encrypted folder. Now, I want you to listen to me very carefully do not copy it, I want you to fetch an errand boy to find a pre-war printer and use it to print out all the documents in the encryption. If those papers get to me, in my hands Pat, I will give you half a million credits is that understood. Okay, I'm glad we could talk this through, have a nice day." Beatrice hangs up the call and puts her nightgown on readying for bed, as the Ishkavi remains unaware of the monitor showing the courtyard where Graves is talking to Ozma and Cubey.
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Keeton looks to Clockwork and puts his arm around him, "Thanks, for everything, without you I would still be a scum of the earth living in filthy Neopolis." They chink shot glasses of whatever it is they are drinking, and down the substance. Keeton spies Ridley outside with one of those aliens he saw while he was fighting the cazadore, however this one was much prettier. He opens the door letting all the loud music and various smells of alcohol out into the open. "OI, LAP DOG! I'M DRUNK ENOUGH TO LET YOU AND YOUR GIRLFRIEND PARTY WITH US! BUT IF POSSIBLE, GET MORE CHICKS!" He yells obnoxiously towards them before returning back to the party.
Beatrice stared at the monitor for hours, occasionally taking breaks to pour a glass of champagne. While she watched a camera fixed on a party by a weird assortment of creatures, her communicator began to light up. Who was contacting her so late in the evening?
"Welcome back Mr. Graves", illuminates onto the data pad. The gangster hadn't scrubbed his machine of cookies. Beatrice begins to spy on the thing known as Crotis and Graves (presumably the mobster), while they have a subtle conversation. "What happened to the copy on Bea-" Suddenly the com stops and a another one opens entitled 'Crotis'. Beatrice opens it, and looks on in horror as the message displays, "No peeking".
Whatever that Crotis thing is, it hacked into Beatrice's system. A feat. that had never been done before, the machine literally went into the data pad extracted all information about sentinel and Graves and was out before the tracers could pinpoint the location. However Beatrice would still have the servers, hopefully. "Hello, Jerry this is Mrs. Schwartz your boss. Listen Jerry I have a very important assignment for you. NO JERRY, DON'T YOU PUT ME ON FUCKING HOL-" Music starts playing through the communicator, as Beatrice seethes with anger. "Hi Pat, oh your employees aren't aloud to accept offers. Well in that case, FIRE HIM! Listen to me Pat, I am Beatrice fucking Schwartz. If you do not do what I tell you to right now, I will personally take your family out into deep space and THROW THEM OUT OF THE FUCKING AIRLOCK! Okay good, listen to me very carefully, go into my private servers, I just gave you access. Go to the sector entitled Dagojouiise war machine, open the encrypted folder. Now, I want you to listen to me very carefully do not copy it, I want you to fetch an errand boy to find a pre-war printer and use it to print out all the documents in the encryption. If those papers get to me, in my hands Pat, I will give you half a million credits is that understood. Okay, I'm glad we could talk this through, have a nice day." Beatrice hangs up the call and puts her nightgown on readying for bed, as the Ishkavi remains unaware of the monitor showing the courtyard where Graves is talking to Ozma and Cubey.
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Keeton looks to Clockwork and puts his arm around him, "Thanks, for everything, without you I would still be a scum of the earth living in filthy Neopolis." They chink shot glasses of whatever it is they are drinking, and down the substance. Keeton spies Ridley outside with one of those aliens he saw while he was fighting the cazadore, however this one was much prettier. He opens the door letting all the loud music and various smells of alcohol out into the open. "OI, LAP DOG! I'M DRUNK ENOUGH TO LET YOU AND YOUR GIRLFRIEND PARTY WITH US! BUT IF POSSIBLE, GET MORE CHICKS!" He yells obnoxiously towards them before returning back to the party.
(( Sorry I haven't responded..., I'm the worst. My fault everyone. XC (also was away for holidays and work) ))
Quiet as ever, Ciril followed the group of revelers, patiently allowing K2 to drag him along. By no means ready to let down his guard or lose control, even with his frustration and dead end of the mission, he only sipped appreciatively at the drink given to him. Being an intelligence agent, Ciril was fairly good at sifting out the truth from people's words, especially intoxicated ones. He listened to K2 and the others, trying to be objective but while he did shake his head at the pirate's obnoxious yelling, he couldn't help but find it amusing. "It must be so nice to be so free." he stated a bit wistfully, then regretting letting that slip. He'd best be careful with his intake. He looked up to see Ridley and a Ileyrian with pink hair arriving.
Quiet as ever, Ciril followed the group of revelers, patiently allowing K2 to drag him along. By no means ready to let down his guard or lose control, even with his frustration and dead end of the mission, he only sipped appreciatively at the drink given to him. Being an intelligence agent, Ciril was fairly good at sifting out the truth from people's words, especially intoxicated ones. He listened to K2 and the others, trying to be objective but while he did shake his head at the pirate's obnoxious yelling, he couldn't help but find it amusing. "It must be so nice to be so free." he stated a bit wistfully, then regretting letting that slip. He'd best be careful with his intake. He looked up to see Ridley and a Ileyrian with pink hair arriving.
Vlad stopped in her tracks and glared at Gelon, her eyes seething with rage and disbelief. The bounty hunter shook her head, then stormed off. "You are UNBELIEVEABLE.", she frustatedly shouted. "You weren't listening. Maybe you need bigger ears. Or better yet, better brains. She told us that we AREN'T getting a vacation you....you....you nimrod!"
Vlad widened the distance between the two, disgusted by Gelon's utter lack of attention. "She told us that we have work to do. Stop worrying about me, and focus on the job! Eyes on the horizon, not the boobs!" Vlad was genuinely frustated. On one hand, she appreciated Gelon's attention. On the other, she hated how this attention deviated him from his job. Vlad lets out a long, long sigh, staying at least 5 feet in front of Gelon.
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Ozma could not bear to look at either of them in the eyes. He glanced a bit and shivered when Cubey's gravitational powers caused the floor beneath them to shook, reminding him that Cubey was not just a silly looking giraffe. He glanced at Cubey ever so slightly, taken aback by his newly hateful tone. He seemed so happy before.......Deunan must have meant so much to him, Ozma thought as his level of guilt shot off the roof.
Ozma grunted when Graves mentioned that he was in danger. Right now, the guilt and shame was more terrifying and the possibility of death. Of course, he knew that his father was most likely dead. He paid for the assassination, after all...just not Deunan's. He specifically told them not to target his sister, so why....
Ozma kept silent, though, not wishing to make Graves suspicious, to let anyone know of his involvement. He grabbed the transmitter Graves handed to him, and looked at it silently. A weak "Th-thank you, sir..." was all Ozma could say as Graves departed. A few seconds pass. Ozma could not help but give a curious glance to Cubey. A curious and guilty glance.
In the wrecked and battered house, on top of a pile of gray rubble, Megahertz sat and sighed. Hugging her knees, the informant could not shake the feeling of worry for her friend. She was so deep in thought, she could not notice at all that an ominous shadow approached him. The Cazadore behind her purred in its sleep, dominated and defeated. It was oddly peaceful....
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Ridley's eye widened as Riley accepted his offer. "Y-you would??....Seriously?", he was taken aback, both surprised and happy. Ridley looked at Riley's eyes again. Gray and clear. He decided not to remark about her blindness. Especially when she was so upbeat. Last thing he would want to do is make a pretty girl sad. He did not like it when people made ice puns towards him, and he figured, if he was Riley, then he wouldn't like people talking about his blindness either.
"Y...yeah...", Ridley stated, calmer now thanks to Riley's welcoming tone. He nervously laughed as Riley nudged him, his other arm scratching the back of his head. "Haha...haha!....Hahaha, well, I was finished with my job, actually. I'd gladly s-show you the way. Fighting the Cazadores was intense, I could ue a drink too."
Ridley quietly led Riley to the mini bar, when he was greeted with the sight of K2 and his bros again. Looking at the window, Ridley staggered back. He immediately shouted back. "S-SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!...I'm just her escort."
An awkward pause ensued. Clockwork bursted out laughing. Such a human like laughter, coming from a faceless person, was rather...odd. "KHE! KHEKHEKHEKHEKHE!"
An agitated Ridley shook his fist. "WAIT! No! That came out wrong! T-that's not what I meant!" Panicking, Ridley immediately glanced to Riley. "LET'S JUST GET IN. A-and be careful." He was quite wary of K2 and his bros. Especially Ciril. He was the calmest of this group of weirdos, and thus, quite likely - the smartest and most dangerous. He stared at him suspiciously as he and Riley walked in.
Suddenly, however, an orange armored hand grabbed hold of Ridley's shoulder. The ice elemental, who was so focused on Riley, nearly jumped from surprise. He looked back, and spotted Vlad, with Gelon behind her. She had a very irritated expression on her face. Ridley glanced between her and Gelon. It didn't take him long to figure out that Gelon somehow pissed her off. Again.
"...Did he tried to touch you again?" Ridley sheepishly asked.
"Yes. But that is irrelevant. We have a job to do.", Vlad replied coldly. She glanced at the minibar, seeing K2, Clockwork, Byatis, Ciril, and Riley. She had a very thuggish look to her. It was the eyes. They look like they were perpetually on fire. And angry.
"...We did?" Ridley obliviously asked Vlad.
Vlad let out another long sigh. "You people NEVER listen. Disgraceful!" A highly irritated Vlad pulled Ridley away, dragging him towards the elevators.
"W-Wait! I was trying to- UH...", Ridley flailed and looked at Riley as he was dragged away. "Y-you have a good evening!", Ridley shouted awkwardly, as he disappeared into the distance.
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Beatrice heard a knock on the door. A rapid, loud, and highly annoyed knock. "You called us.", a cold voice can be heard outside. Vlad's voice. They're finally here.
Vlad widened the distance between the two, disgusted by Gelon's utter lack of attention. "She told us that we have work to do. Stop worrying about me, and focus on the job! Eyes on the horizon, not the boobs!" Vlad was genuinely frustated. On one hand, she appreciated Gelon's attention. On the other, she hated how this attention deviated him from his job. Vlad lets out a long, long sigh, staying at least 5 feet in front of Gelon.
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Ozma could not bear to look at either of them in the eyes. He glanced a bit and shivered when Cubey's gravitational powers caused the floor beneath them to shook, reminding him that Cubey was not just a silly looking giraffe. He glanced at Cubey ever so slightly, taken aback by his newly hateful tone. He seemed so happy before.......Deunan must have meant so much to him, Ozma thought as his level of guilt shot off the roof.
Ozma grunted when Graves mentioned that he was in danger. Right now, the guilt and shame was more terrifying and the possibility of death. Of course, he knew that his father was most likely dead. He paid for the assassination, after all...just not Deunan's. He specifically told them not to target his sister, so why....
Ozma kept silent, though, not wishing to make Graves suspicious, to let anyone know of his involvement. He grabbed the transmitter Graves handed to him, and looked at it silently. A weak "Th-thank you, sir..." was all Ozma could say as Graves departed. A few seconds pass. Ozma could not help but give a curious glance to Cubey. A curious and guilty glance.
In the wrecked and battered house, on top of a pile of gray rubble, Megahertz sat and sighed. Hugging her knees, the informant could not shake the feeling of worry for her friend. She was so deep in thought, she could not notice at all that an ominous shadow approached him. The Cazadore behind her purred in its sleep, dominated and defeated. It was oddly peaceful....
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Ridley's eye widened as Riley accepted his offer. "Y-you would??....Seriously?", he was taken aback, both surprised and happy. Ridley looked at Riley's eyes again. Gray and clear. He decided not to remark about her blindness. Especially when she was so upbeat. Last thing he would want to do is make a pretty girl sad. He did not like it when people made ice puns towards him, and he figured, if he was Riley, then he wouldn't like people talking about his blindness either.
"Y...yeah...", Ridley stated, calmer now thanks to Riley's welcoming tone. He nervously laughed as Riley nudged him, his other arm scratching the back of his head. "Haha...haha!....Hahaha, well, I was finished with my job, actually. I'd gladly s-show you the way. Fighting the Cazadores was intense, I could ue a drink too."
Ridley quietly led Riley to the mini bar, when he was greeted with the sight of K2 and his bros again. Looking at the window, Ridley staggered back. He immediately shouted back. "S-SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!...I'm just her escort."
An awkward pause ensued. Clockwork bursted out laughing. Such a human like laughter, coming from a faceless person, was rather...odd. "KHE! KHEKHEKHEKHEKHE!"
An agitated Ridley shook his fist. "WAIT! No! That came out wrong! T-that's not what I meant!" Panicking, Ridley immediately glanced to Riley. "LET'S JUST GET IN. A-and be careful." He was quite wary of K2 and his bros. Especially Ciril. He was the calmest of this group of weirdos, and thus, quite likely - the smartest and most dangerous. He stared at him suspiciously as he and Riley walked in.
Suddenly, however, an orange armored hand grabbed hold of Ridley's shoulder. The ice elemental, who was so focused on Riley, nearly jumped from surprise. He looked back, and spotted Vlad, with Gelon behind her. She had a very irritated expression on her face. Ridley glanced between her and Gelon. It didn't take him long to figure out that Gelon somehow pissed her off. Again.
"...Did he tried to touch you again?" Ridley sheepishly asked.
"Yes. But that is irrelevant. We have a job to do.", Vlad replied coldly. She glanced at the minibar, seeing K2, Clockwork, Byatis, Ciril, and Riley. She had a very thuggish look to her. It was the eyes. They look like they were perpetually on fire. And angry.
"...We did?" Ridley obliviously asked Vlad.
Vlad let out another long sigh. "You people NEVER listen. Disgraceful!" A highly irritated Vlad pulled Ridley away, dragging him towards the elevators.
"W-Wait! I was trying to- UH...", Ridley flailed and looked at Riley as he was dragged away. "Y-you have a good evening!", Ridley shouted awkwardly, as he disappeared into the distance.
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Beatrice heard a knock on the door. A rapid, loud, and highly annoyed knock. "You called us.", a cold voice can be heard outside. Vlad's voice. They're finally here.
Gelon pinched the bridge of his nose and close his eyes "well tell me why was it mentioned then, no wait I will let you hear it" gelon said as he played the recording back of what Beatrice said "This is Mrs. Schwartz speaking on Mr. Darkov's behalf. All alive and able survivors aboard the F.S.S Realta Nua will be treated to a vacation on the moon of Nekrim! So get those bikini bodies ready gals! oh, and i guess guys should buy some swim shorts. This reward will be paid all expense by none other then Boris himself in appreciation for dealing with not only the Mafia raids, but also the Cazadore threat" played and he watch Vlad with narrowed eyes "so again why would they do that?! And WHY should we get READY for it!?" Gelon asked not stepping down as he made his point
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As Gelon and Vlad got by Ridley, Gelon let Vlad do the word but as Ridley noticed the mad Vlad and she said he tried to touch her he sigh disappointed "yes but I offered it to help her cause she is was wounded and it was obvious from the way she walked but she refused and don't you dare make a joke about it Ridley" Gelon warned the ice elemental
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As the trio reached Beatrice place Gelon was sure to keep his mouth shut until he was either addressed to or was asked a question that way he could stay out of trouble and have less people judging him cause he was judged enough for one day
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As Gelon and Vlad got by Ridley, Gelon let Vlad do the word but as Ridley noticed the mad Vlad and she said he tried to touch her he sigh disappointed "yes but I offered it to help her cause she is was wounded and it was obvious from the way she walked but she refused and don't you dare make a joke about it Ridley" Gelon warned the ice elemental
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As the trio reached Beatrice place Gelon was sure to keep his mouth shut until he was either addressed to or was asked a question that way he could stay out of trouble and have less people judging him cause he was judged enough for one day
"I was only joking!" Lekan protested as Quin went to some... rather drastic measures to get some privacy, or to simply ensure that she wasn't in the same room as him. Hopefully she would be able to cut her way out of there once she was done with secluding herself. "I thought you would have looked quite nice," he commented meekly before quickly heading back to his own room, not wanting to stick around in case the Genesior became truly angry at him.
Once inside his room, Lekan made sure to activate the security locks on the door. The attack on the ship might have ended, but if there were still one or two stragglers wandering around the ship then he didn't want to leave things up to chance. He just hoped Quin wouldn't still be mad at him by the time they reached Nekrim.
Once inside his room, Lekan made sure to activate the security locks on the door. The attack on the ship might have ended, but if there were still one or two stragglers wandering around the ship then he didn't want to leave things up to chance. He just hoped Quin wouldn't still be mad at him by the time they reached Nekrim.
The bar, regardless of all the destruction, was amazingly in pretty good shape. A few patrons besides the loud group of misfits gathered there, all probably having the same idea. Byatis followed the group to a table and sit on the floor next to the tabl. Like hell he'd be able to fit in a chair. He watched quietly with a smile on his face as mainly Clock and K2 were already loud and boisterous. Ciril however was just calmly watching and listening. Kind of what Byatis does sometimes. Though he did manage to hear what Ciril muttered but Byatis let it go. Suddenly K2 started yelling out to an ice elemental and an alien chick. Did he know them? He must have is he knew one's name. Byatis happily waved to them.
Riley laughed at Ridley. "Calm down there, dude, ahah I don't bite-" She was interrupted by K2's yelling, clearly directed at them, from Ridley's embarrassed response. Riley blushed for a moment, probably just as embarrassed but she laughed it off. "Dude, your name is Ridley? Thats hilarious. Mine's Riley. Pffttaahah, like yours but without the D." She laughed as she spoke, allowing Ridley to lead her inside the bar. "Thank you, i-" Again, she was cute off, but this time by another woman and a man in the distance. "Oh, uh, bye then! Good luck out there!" Riley was left standing on her lonesome in the bar. She could hear K2's group being the loudest, but she went to sit on a barstool by the bartender. "Just get me a beer. I'll let you pick." She said calmly to the bartender, who she hoped was actually there and not her just assuming.
Riley laughed at Ridley. "Calm down there, dude, ahah I don't bite-" She was interrupted by K2's yelling, clearly directed at them, from Ridley's embarrassed response. Riley blushed for a moment, probably just as embarrassed but she laughed it off. "Dude, your name is Ridley? Thats hilarious. Mine's Riley. Pffttaahah, like yours but without the D." She laughed as she spoke, allowing Ridley to lead her inside the bar. "Thank you, i-" Again, she was cute off, but this time by another woman and a man in the distance. "Oh, uh, bye then! Good luck out there!" Riley was left standing on her lonesome in the bar. She could hear K2's group being the loudest, but she went to sit on a barstool by the bartender. "Just get me a beer. I'll let you pick." She said calmly to the bartender, who she hoped was actually there and not her just assuming.
Beatrice woke in a frenzy, when she heard her personal elevator ding loudly. Out stepped the three mercenaries that she was expecting at 1130 not 2330. Beatrice takes off her eye shield, and hits a button on her night stand sliding the door to its upright position. She looks at them very annoyed from within her bed. "I really thought you morons would understand universal time but I guess not." She says as she crawls slowly out of bed, putting on a pair of fuzzy pink slippers. She rubs her drowsy eyes for a second, and then puts on her 'serious face'. "Team Foxtrot, you have officially been assigned to find the remains of the husk known as 'sentinel'." Beatrice clicks a remote displaying a camera feed of the war machine. "He is a highly advanced war machine made on Dagojouiise. The vacation will be a perfect time to check all of the ship for the body and/or remnants of the machine. We suspect that this man here," Beatrice clicks the monitor to Jeremy's and her's fight. "Is in custody of the stolen husk, and is planning to renew it. In order for our mission to be a success this must not happen. One last thing you should know, the mainframe, known as 'Crotis', is a very intellectual sentinel being, do not let your guard down for even a second." Beatrice turns off all monitors, and her face reverts back to exhaustion and annoyance. "Now get the hell out of my room," Beatrice's ears perk up with an idea. "Except you Vlad you can stay and give me some company." She says, winking at the beast man warrior.
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K2 spots Riley trying to order drinks from an non existing bartender, he feels a bit sympathy for her. It looks like she has had a rough day too. He walks over to Riley and hands her a bottle of Gin. "I was gonna save this for myself, but it looks like you need it more." He says blushing, as he grins cutely at the Illeryian. "Hey, I know we are a ton of guys, but I think we are all here to have a good time. So if you wanted to hang out with me and my really weird friends, that would be totally cool with us. The pirate says still blushing, and looking into her charming grey eyes. Keeton walks back over to the group. He grabs a shot, and jumps on Clockwork's back. "Everyone, I would like to propose this toast to everyone here! Today has been a hell of a day, and I'm glad we are all here to enjoy it together." He says addressing the whole room, but looking at Riley in particular.
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K2 spots Riley trying to order drinks from an non existing bartender, he feels a bit sympathy for her. It looks like she has had a rough day too. He walks over to Riley and hands her a bottle of Gin. "I was gonna save this for myself, but it looks like you need it more." He says blushing, as he grins cutely at the Illeryian. "Hey, I know we are a ton of guys, but I think we are all here to have a good time. So if you wanted to hang out with me and my really weird friends, that would be totally cool with us. The pirate says still blushing, and looking into her charming grey eyes. Keeton walks back over to the group. He grabs a shot, and jumps on Clockwork's back. "Everyone, I would like to propose this toast to everyone here! Today has been a hell of a day, and I'm glad we are all here to enjoy it together." He says addressing the whole room, but looking at Riley in particular.
Ciril smiled at the new girl, even pushing up one of his sets of sunglasses. It was then he was able to confirm his suspicion that she was indeed blind. He glanced at K2 and hoped he wouldn't disrespect this poor girl's boundaries. "Welcome..." he considered saying more but K2 had already made his move, and was now proposing a toast. Never a dull moment... He lifted his glass with the others, wondering just how long he would get to stay with them... and hoping he would not be reassigned too soon... but quickly pushed that thought away. Work had to come first, his own desires could never get in the way... besides, he was still on edge from the days's events which really did not have the conclusion he would have hoped for- aside from defeating the rampaging beasts. He scrolled through his data pad as he absently agreed with the toast, still keeping up with current events.
Vlad facepalmed and shook her head as Gelon replayed the public recording....and somehow missed the private one completely. "Oh, so you conveniently have a recorder? Well so do I!", Vlad snapped at Gelon, eager to win this pissing contest. The vampiric cat warrior held up her right arm, and stroke across the gauntlet with her left claws, replaying Beatrice's private message to the Drakov mercs:
"Vlad, Ridley, and...ugh, Gelon. You are instructed to meet me at 1130 in a private area of the ship. I have just updated your I.D. cards with restricted access, use them in the elevators to get to the room. I will brief you on the mission when all 4 of us are present. Sorry no vacation for you, cry about it later. You've got work to do!"
Vlad narrowed her own eyes and folded her arms, staring right back at Gelon. "You really should pay more attention to things.", she said in a deadpan, condescending tone.
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Ridley listened as Gelon said his bit. Blinking twice as he walked with them, he shrugged. "...You don't have to over explain everything, you know.", boredom and apathy in his voice.
Vlad had no comment.
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Ridley lets out a deadpan and uncaring "Oops." as Beatrice greeted them. Vlad, again, had no comment.
The ice man and the cat lady listened closely as Beatrice gave them a new assignment. Ridley glanced, and Vlad turned her head, to look at the archived footage of Sentinel, and then the fight scene between Beatrice and Jeremy. Vlad nodded time and time again, while Ridley folded his arms.
"With great pleasure.", Ridley replied to Beatrice as she shooed them out. He was rather upset that he had to miss out on a drink with a cute girl, and now would just like to go home and sleep. He turned around and pushed the buttons on the elevator.
Vlad stared at Beatrice for a few seconds on her offer. Her naturally fiery eyes and permanent frown did not give out the most positive of reactions.
Suddenly, however, she cracked a smile and let out a chuckle. "Hah! Heh heh." She found Beatrice's directness and bluntness very appealing, for those two qualities were the ones which attracted her to her ex-flame Mosa long ago. "Depends. What do you have in mind?", Vlad inquired, her ears perking up with mild enthusiasm. Of course, mild enthusiasm is more than what Vlad gave most people.
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Clockwork watched as K2 offered Riley some drinks, and leaned closely to Byatis and Ciril, whispering."Khe khe khe, good ol' Cap'n's putting on the moves!"
He immediately sat straight back up as K2 walked back to the group....and flailed as K2 jumped on him, clearly not expecting that. "WAGH!", Clockwork cried out as his upper body was pushed forward and his pointy chin dug into the wooden table with a loud shearing noise. He stared at his stuck chin. "...This is gonna be a bitch to pull out....", the purple synthetic whispered.
"KhuwaHAHAHA!....What he said!", Clockwork said boisterously as he pumped his fist into the air, with K2 still on his back.
Clockwork looked around, eyeing Riley with great interest. She was quite pretty, Clockwork thought. He wished he was that pretty. He then glanced up at K2, chuckling as he noticed just how happy his friend seems to be. Turning his head slightly, he caught sight of Byatis and Ciril as well, taking the time to give a friendly nod at the Snek.
"Vlad, Ridley, and...ugh, Gelon. You are instructed to meet me at 1130 in a private area of the ship. I have just updated your I.D. cards with restricted access, use them in the elevators to get to the room. I will brief you on the mission when all 4 of us are present. Sorry no vacation for you, cry about it later. You've got work to do!"
Vlad narrowed her own eyes and folded her arms, staring right back at Gelon. "You really should pay more attention to things.", she said in a deadpan, condescending tone.
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Ridley listened as Gelon said his bit. Blinking twice as he walked with them, he shrugged. "...You don't have to over explain everything, you know.", boredom and apathy in his voice.
Vlad had no comment.
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Ridley lets out a deadpan and uncaring "Oops." as Beatrice greeted them. Vlad, again, had no comment.
The ice man and the cat lady listened closely as Beatrice gave them a new assignment. Ridley glanced, and Vlad turned her head, to look at the archived footage of Sentinel, and then the fight scene between Beatrice and Jeremy. Vlad nodded time and time again, while Ridley folded his arms.
"With great pleasure.", Ridley replied to Beatrice as she shooed them out. He was rather upset that he had to miss out on a drink with a cute girl, and now would just like to go home and sleep. He turned around and pushed the buttons on the elevator.
Vlad stared at Beatrice for a few seconds on her offer. Her naturally fiery eyes and permanent frown did not give out the most positive of reactions.
Suddenly, however, she cracked a smile and let out a chuckle. "Hah! Heh heh." She found Beatrice's directness and bluntness very appealing, for those two qualities were the ones which attracted her to her ex-flame Mosa long ago. "Depends. What do you have in mind?", Vlad inquired, her ears perking up with mild enthusiasm. Of course, mild enthusiasm is more than what Vlad gave most people.
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Clockwork watched as K2 offered Riley some drinks, and leaned closely to Byatis and Ciril, whispering."Khe khe khe, good ol' Cap'n's putting on the moves!"
He immediately sat straight back up as K2 walked back to the group....and flailed as K2 jumped on him, clearly not expecting that. "WAGH!", Clockwork cried out as his upper body was pushed forward and his pointy chin dug into the wooden table with a loud shearing noise. He stared at his stuck chin. "...This is gonna be a bitch to pull out....", the purple synthetic whispered.
"KhuwaHAHAHA!....What he said!", Clockwork said boisterously as he pumped his fist into the air, with K2 still on his back.
Clockwork looked around, eyeing Riley with great interest. She was quite pretty, Clockwork thought. He wished he was that pretty. He then glanced up at K2, chuckling as he noticed just how happy his friend seems to be. Turning his head slightly, he caught sight of Byatis and Ciril as well, taking the time to give a friendly nod at the Snek.
"well I gladly come with you but Boris didn't inform me, so be assured that I will tell Beatrice that in the face! and that i was ONLY hired to get GEHENNA and nothing more" Gelon said and watch Vlad if she was pissing off it didn't bother him cause he was done being mister nice guy to her "be the least bit glad that i found you instead of those raiders who knows what might have happened then to you"
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"yeah but thanks to that i got a bad nickname now" Gelon said as he followed the two
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Gelon listens closely laying the dots as Beatrice speaks and mentions Crotis and sentinel "this man must be the leader I suppose mmmm and was an AI used in the attack on the ship? If not then this Crotis has been obtained either from the ship or this husk BUT that is not what I was hired for, so goodbye" Gelon said and left as he lit a new cigarette expecting to be yelled at 'Boris should have known, if you want me to do more then what you asked, mention it cause I don't work that way' Gelon thought and step into the elevator waiting for Ridley and/or Vlad but ridley seemed the only one to enter "you can be mad if you want but i'm done being nice today" Gelon said coldly and lean against the back of the elevator while enjoying his cigarette 'if i get pulled from the job well so be it, then i can just focus on who killed Deunan cause that won't go unpunished'
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"yeah but thanks to that i got a bad nickname now" Gelon said as he followed the two
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Gelon listens closely laying the dots as Beatrice speaks and mentions Crotis and sentinel "this man must be the leader I suppose mmmm and was an AI used in the attack on the ship? If not then this Crotis has been obtained either from the ship or this husk BUT that is not what I was hired for, so goodbye" Gelon said and left as he lit a new cigarette expecting to be yelled at 'Boris should have known, if you want me to do more then what you asked, mention it cause I don't work that way' Gelon thought and step into the elevator waiting for Ridley and/or Vlad but ridley seemed the only one to enter "you can be mad if you want but i'm done being nice today" Gelon said coldly and lean against the back of the elevator while enjoying his cigarette 'if i get pulled from the job well so be it, then i can just focus on who killed Deunan cause that won't go unpunished'
The setting changes from F.S.S. Realta Nua to Stratevaria Galaxy
Cubey listened to the suited stranger as he spoke to him, confirming to Ozma that he could help but admitted he did not know who caused the tragic event, as Cubey gradually tried his best to calm himself down. It did not last long where his previous fury swapped with worry as Ozma and Deunan's family was now in danger, or at least to Graves' reckoning, who the mutated beast-man was entirely convinced from his kind words from earlier being a smart and kind stranger, even if he did look like a bad guy, which strangely Ozma only grunted at, though he still definitely and understandably looked miserable, seeming to avoid the other two's gaze. Poor thing.
The kind strange then took some odd metallic scrap from his pocket, declaring it having been implanted in the bandit and possibly what caused him to rise back from the dead to kill Deunan, asking them if they knew someone who could take a look at the curious piece of technology. He also mentioned capture was more likely the best choice, which Cubey understood, since the police peoples would be upset if they killed him, and that the one who caused this was most likely part of an assassins organisation called Venom. Good, he knew who to beat up if he ever met them now. He had a clear enemy apart from GEHENNA.
The man then bid them both farewell, but not before handing them two small devices that were used to communicate with him, with Cubey staring at the invention he was holding scratching his head as their newly found ally disappeared once more, with Ozma thanking him. His new friend then gave him odd glance, which looked as if he felt, well, as if knew something. Cubey decided against asking what.
"Ummmm know a friend that can help us. There was a squidy man who was good at making things, and another one too. But I think we should look for Lekan. But I think we should rest and ummmm, do something about ummm Deunan.", the cubic, mutated, giraffe man chatted nervously, now fully aware he had ended up partnered with this man he barely knew. He also added with a weak smile; "That man seemed nice."
The kind strange then took some odd metallic scrap from his pocket, declaring it having been implanted in the bandit and possibly what caused him to rise back from the dead to kill Deunan, asking them if they knew someone who could take a look at the curious piece of technology. He also mentioned capture was more likely the best choice, which Cubey understood, since the police peoples would be upset if they killed him, and that the one who caused this was most likely part of an assassins organisation called Venom. Good, he knew who to beat up if he ever met them now. He had a clear enemy apart from GEHENNA.
The man then bid them both farewell, but not before handing them two small devices that were used to communicate with him, with Cubey staring at the invention he was holding scratching his head as their newly found ally disappeared once more, with Ozma thanking him. His new friend then gave him odd glance, which looked as if he felt, well, as if knew something. Cubey decided against asking what.
"Ummmm know a friend that can help us. There was a squidy man who was good at making things, and another one too. But I think we should look for Lekan. But I think we should rest and ummmm, do something about ummm Deunan.", the cubic, mutated, giraffe man chatted nervously, now fully aware he had ended up partnered with this man he barely knew. He also added with a weak smile; "That man seemed nice."
The setting changes from Stratevaria Galaxy to F.S.S. Realta Nua
As Graves left them and cloaked himself once again in shadow, his data pad began to beep incessantly. Sighing, he activated the piece as he kept jogging towards the house in which the Cazadore still slept. As the screen activated, text saying 'ENCRYPTION FINISHED, DEVICE SECURE' appeared in the upper right corner of the screen. Graves frowned at the statement. Crotis may be his creation but the AI had taken a life of its own; it claimed to serve him but AI could lie just as easily as people if not more so.
'Someone attempted to spy on our conversation earlier Mr. Graves. Rest assured I blocked the user. I do believe it is the Beatrice person you talked about,' appeared on screen. Cursing, Graves began swiping through the information on his device, searching for something that didn't belong. 'Allay your fears, Mr. Graves, nothing was implanted.'
'Is that all you have to tell me, Crotis?' Graves responded hastily. He, one, had more important things to do, and two, was annoyed at not having been informed about the intrusion earlier.
'No. The files uploaded from the synthetic, the copies on the server that is, are being accessed and transmitted to a source without any form of memory bank. It appears to be a pre-War manufacturing device of some sort, utilizing ink.'
'A printer,' Graves typed. Mulling the problem, he asked, 'Are there any files in the copy that would allow Drakov to replicate the construction of Sentinel or any part of him?'
'No, Mr. Graves. Information available consists of combat and non-combat protocols, any knowledge the synthetic has stored during its travels, all memories-'
'Delete the memories and knowledge sections as quickly as you can. The protocols should be long enough in printing to allow you to do so. We cannot allow any stray information to be let loose. After that is accomplished, overload the printer and wipe any information you consider important from your files. Is that understood?'
'Yes Mr. Graves. I shall do so now.'
Sighing in relief, he continued onwards, spotting Megahertz leaning against the Cazadore. Dropping his shadow cloak as he entered the house, he considered that method of movement. While less taxing, it was much more obvious than the shadows of invisibility. He would need to be more careful.
Coming to a stop just in front of Megahertz, he made a staccato bow before going immediately to his purpose. "A pleasure to meet you Ms. Megahertz. I have heard about you and just recently remembered who you were. I apologize for disappearing on you like that but you must understand that if I had not done so, Ms. Beatrice would most likely have killed me. My reason for coming here is two-fold. One, to request your assistance in an investigation. Deunan Knight was recently killed by an unknown assailant and I need help finding whoever did the deed." Extracting the cerulean robotic leg from his coat, he displayed the piece to Megahertz. "I recovered this from the body and want to know if you could identify it in any way, shape, or form. I believe this holds the key to finding the killer. I believe him or them to be part of VENOM as almost no one else would conduct a killing of such a large profile. My second reason for being here is something slightly more personal. Drakov dislikes me quite heartily, would like nothing better than to kill me; at least, his lap-dog Beatrice would like to, Drakov himself is quite an interesting person."
Taking a deep breath, he stopped the flow of words for a few seconds to allow the information to sink in. And for him to recover from the amount of words he had just said. "Continuing, I need to know if I can rely on you to help me against Drakov, or at the least, not help him. I plead that you help me in this. If not for favor, do it for Sentinel."
Crotis roamed through the copy of Sentinel's files on Beatrice's database, deleting anything that could be used to rebuild the parts of him that were unique. Even if Graves had told it to not do so, Crotis would still have deleted large portions of information to erase its presence from the servers. As it finished deleting any construction-related information, leaving large portions of relatively useless code untouched, Crotis hijacked the transmission to the printer, commanding it to print one line repeatedly.
'Tell Ms. Beatrice I said hello.' As that line was printed several dozen times, Crotis finished purging the databases of information related to itself or Sentinel's build.
'Someone attempted to spy on our conversation earlier Mr. Graves. Rest assured I blocked the user. I do believe it is the Beatrice person you talked about,' appeared on screen. Cursing, Graves began swiping through the information on his device, searching for something that didn't belong. 'Allay your fears, Mr. Graves, nothing was implanted.'
'Is that all you have to tell me, Crotis?' Graves responded hastily. He, one, had more important things to do, and two, was annoyed at not having been informed about the intrusion earlier.
'No. The files uploaded from the synthetic, the copies on the server that is, are being accessed and transmitted to a source without any form of memory bank. It appears to be a pre-War manufacturing device of some sort, utilizing ink.'
'A printer,' Graves typed. Mulling the problem, he asked, 'Are there any files in the copy that would allow Drakov to replicate the construction of Sentinel or any part of him?'
'No, Mr. Graves. Information available consists of combat and non-combat protocols, any knowledge the synthetic has stored during its travels, all memories-'
'Delete the memories and knowledge sections as quickly as you can. The protocols should be long enough in printing to allow you to do so. We cannot allow any stray information to be let loose. After that is accomplished, overload the printer and wipe any information you consider important from your files. Is that understood?'
'Yes Mr. Graves. I shall do so now.'
Sighing in relief, he continued onwards, spotting Megahertz leaning against the Cazadore. Dropping his shadow cloak as he entered the house, he considered that method of movement. While less taxing, it was much more obvious than the shadows of invisibility. He would need to be more careful.
Coming to a stop just in front of Megahertz, he made a staccato bow before going immediately to his purpose. "A pleasure to meet you Ms. Megahertz. I have heard about you and just recently remembered who you were. I apologize for disappearing on you like that but you must understand that if I had not done so, Ms. Beatrice would most likely have killed me. My reason for coming here is two-fold. One, to request your assistance in an investigation. Deunan Knight was recently killed by an unknown assailant and I need help finding whoever did the deed." Extracting the cerulean robotic leg from his coat, he displayed the piece to Megahertz. "I recovered this from the body and want to know if you could identify it in any way, shape, or form. I believe this holds the key to finding the killer. I believe him or them to be part of VENOM as almost no one else would conduct a killing of such a large profile. My second reason for being here is something slightly more personal. Drakov dislikes me quite heartily, would like nothing better than to kill me; at least, his lap-dog Beatrice would like to, Drakov himself is quite an interesting person."
Taking a deep breath, he stopped the flow of words for a few seconds to allow the information to sink in. And for him to recover from the amount of words he had just said. "Continuing, I need to know if I can rely on you to help me against Drakov, or at the least, not help him. I plead that you help me in this. If not for favor, do it for Sentinel."
Crotis roamed through the copy of Sentinel's files on Beatrice's database, deleting anything that could be used to rebuild the parts of him that were unique. Even if Graves had told it to not do so, Crotis would still have deleted large portions of information to erase its presence from the servers. As it finished deleting any construction-related information, leaving large portions of relatively useless code untouched, Crotis hijacked the transmission to the printer, commanding it to print one line repeatedly.
'Tell Ms. Beatrice I said hello.' As that line was printed several dozen times, Crotis finished purging the databases of information related to itself or Sentinel's build.
"Well, I think you are the only one to not figure out that VENOM did it." Beatrice says looking annoyed at the childish Gelon. "So I hope you are fine with leaving the Nua, recieving no compensation, and no nano-bots. Until that day, you will help me find what Darkov and I want!" She says very sharply but never raising her voice. "Don't worry Deskovitch, I am the leader of this task force. Therefore I will also be working tomorrow, but hopefully after a little play time with my favorite agent." Beatrice says feeling up the beast woman with her eyes.
After the other two leave the room, Beatrice locks eyes with Vlad. "Well since tomorrow is all about business, lets make tonight about pleasure." she says, biting one finger seductively in an effort to charm the warrior into her bed. "What do you say to that kitty cat?" Beatrice uses her sharpest silver tongue when talking to Vlad.
After Vlad had given her answer Beatrice receives a call on her communicator "Hello Mrs. Schwartz speaking. Oh Pat how are my papers coming? Fuck yes! The AI played right into my trap, very good Pat. What was the message from all 48 printers? Is that right, well that is excellent news. Quite surprising that it was able to get to all but two of them. Fantastic, as soon as I have the documents you will be set for life. You remember my exact instructions? Well this is fantastic news, have a nice day Pat. Beatrice hangs up the communicator. She goes to her data pad and locates the 'Crotis' folder. The taunting message "No peeking" still sitting in the folder. Beatrice types out a message on the data pad and settles in for 'bed'. The message shines on the data pad, "Nice try."
(OOC note: Have no clue what Vlad's decision will be so I left bed in ' '. Sorry about not posting K2 stuff, haven't got anything from lulzy so I decided to pass for the time being.)
After the other two leave the room, Beatrice locks eyes with Vlad. "Well since tomorrow is all about business, lets make tonight about pleasure." she says, biting one finger seductively in an effort to charm the warrior into her bed. "What do you say to that kitty cat?" Beatrice uses her sharpest silver tongue when talking to Vlad.
After Vlad had given her answer Beatrice receives a call on her communicator "Hello Mrs. Schwartz speaking. Oh Pat how are my papers coming? Fuck yes! The AI played right into my trap, very good Pat. What was the message from all 48 printers? Is that right, well that is excellent news. Quite surprising that it was able to get to all but two of them. Fantastic, as soon as I have the documents you will be set for life. You remember my exact instructions? Well this is fantastic news, have a nice day Pat. Beatrice hangs up the communicator. She goes to her data pad and locates the 'Crotis' folder. The taunting message "No peeking" still sitting in the folder. Beatrice types out a message on the data pad and settles in for 'bed'. The message shines on the data pad, "Nice try."
(OOC note: Have no clue what Vlad's decision will be so I left bed in ' '. Sorry about not posting K2 stuff, haven't got anything from lulzy so I decided to pass for the time being.)
Riley suddenly turned to where the voice next to her was coming from. It was the voice from before antagonizing Ridley offering her a bottle. She automatically assumed she did something stupid to warrant the pity and she blushed a bit. "Oh geez... yeah...I probably do don't I?" Riley replied as K2 gave her the bottle. "Well, being alone isn't any fun, so I suppose I could join you a bit." She got up and let K2 guide him to their table and she promptly took a seat next to Ciril and K2. It was always a strange feeling joining a new group of people and not being able to see them. She could hear two, maybe three other voices? "H-hello'" She tried to introduce herself but K2 blurted out, asking for a toast. Riley held up her bottle shyly. Byatis didn't have a drink so he looked left and right and finally came to the conclusion that his huge ass hands could not possible hold a glass to participate. So he just holds up his hand and points a finger to replace a glass. All with a dumb smile on his horrific face.
The glasses clinked and Riley took a swig from the bottle. Wincing a bit as it went down. Gin. She thought it was beer. Riley did her best not to make an awkward expression.
The glasses clinked and Riley took a swig from the bottle. Wincing a bit as it went down. Gin. She thought it was beer. Riley did her best not to make an awkward expression.
Ridley stopped trying to listen to Gelon halfway through his speech, for he always had troubles following run-on sentences. Also, he just wanted to go home. The elevator door closed in front of the two men and behind the two women. Ridley folded his arms, leaned against the wall, and stared at the ceiling. Elevator music played in the background. Ridley whistled to the tune as they descend, not saying anything to the one-armed mercenary. As the elevator reached their destination and the door opened, Ridley lazily walked away, waving goodbye at Gelon without looking. "I'll see you in the morning. Or not, I guess.", Ridley apathetically said.
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Vlad shrugged and gave a vague, noncommittal nod. "I like the sound of that.", her voice being more interested than her body language. She glanced at Beatrice's datapad ever so slightly, but never really paying attention. She was a soldier her whole life, she had discipline and honor, and was not the type to question her superiors' orders or motives. She was just here for the money, and could not care less what she had to destroy, or who she had to kill.
Coitus ensued.
----
Ozma listened as Cubey listed more of his alien friends. He shivered at the thought, for he was allergic to calimari. But he did not say anything, as his attention was focused on the corpse of his sister. A long pause ensued, as he thought over their options.
Ozma looked away, for he could not look at his sister anymore, else he'd die from the guilt. "I...I'll call the morgue. Don't..don't want to dirty her body anymore.", his voice still wavering.
"You should...g-get some rest. You have a place to stay...right?", Ozma asked nervously, surprising himself with the concern in his tone.
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Megahertz nearly jumped as Graves revealed himself. "UWAH!!", she shrieked....and then glanced back, terrified that she had woken up the beast behind her. She let out a quick sigh of relief when she realized that she hadn't.
Looking up at him, she scratched the back of her head. "Goodness, where the hell did you came from?", she asked, mildly annoyed, mostly surprised.
She then listened as Graves talked, covering her mouth when he mentioned Deunan Knight being dead. Such a famous person...it felt rather unreal too, it seemed barely a few hours ago when she, Sentinel, Quin, and Lekan were watching her performance.
Megahertz then looked closely at the robotic leg in Graves' hand. She pulled out a pair of black gloves from her pockets, and put them on, flexing her fingers as she gently grabbed the leg and examined it. She gasped slightly and narrowed her eyes. "A necron mind control spider....", she whispered, indicating her knowledge.
Before she would say more though, she chose to listen to Graves. She then looked up as the gangster gave his second inquiry. She gulped and became immediately suspicious when Graves mentioned Sentinel. "What...what do you know about Sentinel?" She eyed him closely, scanning his expressions in particular. Could he have something to do with his disappearance?
Placing her hands on her knees, she looked at him eye to eye. "...If..if you want me to help you....then I need you to be honest with me." She then looked towards the floor, pulling off her left glove, and using that left hand to put her hair behind her ears. "I may be a thief...but I believe in fairness and loyalty. Things Drakov Industries is sorely lacking in.", Megahertz whispered more, disdain in her voice.
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Vlad shrugged and gave a vague, noncommittal nod. "I like the sound of that.", her voice being more interested than her body language. She glanced at Beatrice's datapad ever so slightly, but never really paying attention. She was a soldier her whole life, she had discipline and honor, and was not the type to question her superiors' orders or motives. She was just here for the money, and could not care less what she had to destroy, or who she had to kill.
Coitus ensued.
----
Ozma listened as Cubey listed more of his alien friends. He shivered at the thought, for he was allergic to calimari. But he did not say anything, as his attention was focused on the corpse of his sister. A long pause ensued, as he thought over their options.
Ozma looked away, for he could not look at his sister anymore, else he'd die from the guilt. "I...I'll call the morgue. Don't..don't want to dirty her body anymore.", his voice still wavering.
"You should...g-get some rest. You have a place to stay...right?", Ozma asked nervously, surprising himself with the concern in his tone.
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Megahertz nearly jumped as Graves revealed himself. "UWAH!!", she shrieked....and then glanced back, terrified that she had woken up the beast behind her. She let out a quick sigh of relief when she realized that she hadn't.
Looking up at him, she scratched the back of her head. "Goodness, where the hell did you came from?", she asked, mildly annoyed, mostly surprised.
She then listened as Graves talked, covering her mouth when he mentioned Deunan Knight being dead. Such a famous person...it felt rather unreal too, it seemed barely a few hours ago when she, Sentinel, Quin, and Lekan were watching her performance.
Megahertz then looked closely at the robotic leg in Graves' hand. She pulled out a pair of black gloves from her pockets, and put them on, flexing her fingers as she gently grabbed the leg and examined it. She gasped slightly and narrowed her eyes. "A necron mind control spider....", she whispered, indicating her knowledge.
Before she would say more though, she chose to listen to Graves. She then looked up as the gangster gave his second inquiry. She gulped and became immediately suspicious when Graves mentioned Sentinel. "What...what do you know about Sentinel?" She eyed him closely, scanning his expressions in particular. Could he have something to do with his disappearance?
Placing her hands on her knees, she looked at him eye to eye. "...If..if you want me to help you....then I need you to be honest with me." She then looked towards the floor, pulling off her left glove, and using that left hand to put her hair behind her ears. "I may be a thief...but I believe in fairness and loyalty. Things Drakov Industries is sorely lacking in.", Megahertz whispered more, disdain in her voice.
Gelon rolled his eyes as Beatrice spoke to him just ignoring her and walk out with Ridley "he if your lucky you might find your friend at the bar, the pink haired one, seemed like she needed a long time there, so go there and don't come home drunk cause i have a feeling this might be my last 'night' on the ship" Gelon said and split ways with Ridley as he went to their apartment 'to think i might have liked that crazy cat. hehe i'm just crazy as always' he thought to himself and took the elevator up to the apartment's floor and walk in on graves and megahertz "..........hi Clark and Megahertz" he said utterly surprised and watch the two "didn't expect anyone to be here"
(OOC: just to be sure cause i'm a bit lost of where graves and megahertz currently are, so they are still at gelon, ridley and vlad's appartment right?)
(OOC: just to be sure cause i'm a bit lost of where graves and megahertz currently are, so they are still at gelon, ridley and vlad's appartment right?)
Keeton finishes his toast with the chinking of everyone's glasses and finger. Truly these were the best shipmates a traveling neerdowell could ask for!
Keeton watches Riley wince as the Gin pours down her throat, it was mildly cute. However, the fact that the girl didn't know it was hard liquor gave way to the fact that she is blind. That, and her exceedingly pretty grey eyes. Maybe that was the reason she was not noticing all the excessive flirting, shoot. Keeton was going to have be more direct with this one.
Keeton slips off of his purple buddy and proceeds to stand next to the pink haired beauty. "Sorry about that, I didn't realize that you are um, cant uh..." Keeton says in a nervous fit, grinning awkwardly at the girl and blushing excessively. "The name is K2, its nice to meet you. But um, you are really cute, and I really like this song. So if possible, would you want to dance?" The nervous ruffian says scratching the back of his head awkwardly.
Keeton watches Riley wince as the Gin pours down her throat, it was mildly cute. However, the fact that the girl didn't know it was hard liquor gave way to the fact that she is blind. That, and her exceedingly pretty grey eyes. Maybe that was the reason she was not noticing all the excessive flirting, shoot. Keeton was going to have be more direct with this one.
Keeton slips off of his purple buddy and proceeds to stand next to the pink haired beauty. "Sorry about that, I didn't realize that you are um, cant uh..." Keeton says in a nervous fit, grinning awkwardly at the girl and blushing excessively. "The name is K2, its nice to meet you. But um, you are really cute, and I really like this song. So if possible, would you want to dance?" The nervous ruffian says scratching the back of his head awkwardly.
As he saw Ozma shivered, Cubey decided to sit down for a bit, understanding it might take him a while to make a decision on such a traumatic event and to answer his recent question, but trusting whatever judgement he made. He was Deunan's brother. Cubey may have had the mind of a child, but he knew when he should behave properly, his carers taught him that much. As his new friend announced his decision, Cubey nodded wholeheartedly, fully supporting the decision despite not entirely understanding what a morgue was. The important part of them carefully looking after the dead was what he cared about, which would of lead him to the same decision, no doubt. He just hoped there was still space for his poor unfortunate friend.
Ozma then recommended he should get some rest, which Cubey also fully supported the idea of as he tried his best at stifling a yawn. It had been a terrible, exhausting, horrible day, that even the perkiest and most energetic of people would have been worn down. Sleep was definitely sounding immensely tempting at the moment, where he could close his eyes and pretend today never existed for a whole night. Well, that's if there wasn't any nightmares happening at least. Locating Lekan or Tep could wait for tomorrow, surely. After all, that suited guy stinking of smoke would understand, wouldn't he?
He then realized from Ozma's question, he wasn't sure where he could for some slumber. Before he mostly slept in the vast corridors of the F.S.S. Realta Nua, or in any storage units he could break into, but he decided now wasn't the best time to go sleep where there could be corpses. Besides, sleeping around without a real bed was starting to get uncomfortable, not to mention he was starting to feel lonely being by himself when he searched for a place to sleep.
"Yeah, sleep sounds good. Ummm I haven't really got a place to go sleep, but I can always find a bench or something, or a box or a storage thingy. Well one that is too near ummm, you know.", Cubey replied softly, wondering if he should ask this man he recently met to stay at his place or simply do as he just said. He stood around awkwardly, not entirely sure which to pick, between waking up to find himself alone or being a trouble to the nice red haired man.
Ozma then recommended he should get some rest, which Cubey also fully supported the idea of as he tried his best at stifling a yawn. It had been a terrible, exhausting, horrible day, that even the perkiest and most energetic of people would have been worn down. Sleep was definitely sounding immensely tempting at the moment, where he could close his eyes and pretend today never existed for a whole night. Well, that's if there wasn't any nightmares happening at least. Locating Lekan or Tep could wait for tomorrow, surely. After all, that suited guy stinking of smoke would understand, wouldn't he?
He then realized from Ozma's question, he wasn't sure where he could for some slumber. Before he mostly slept in the vast corridors of the F.S.S. Realta Nua, or in any storage units he could break into, but he decided now wasn't the best time to go sleep where there could be corpses. Besides, sleeping around without a real bed was starting to get uncomfortable, not to mention he was starting to feel lonely being by himself when he searched for a place to sleep.
"Yeah, sleep sounds good. Ummm I haven't really got a place to go sleep, but I can always find a bench or something, or a box or a storage thingy. Well one that is too near ummm, you know.", Cubey replied softly, wondering if he should ask this man he recently met to stay at his place or simply do as he just said. He stood around awkwardly, not entirely sure which to pick, between waking up to find himself alone or being a trouble to the nice red haired man.
Holding up his hands, Graves looked off to the side as Gelon entered the house and greeted them. Graves nodded in Gelon's direction, deciding to continue quickly with his conversation. It wouldn't do to be caught out here in the relative open. Not to mention he was utterly exhausted by the efforts of the day. What time was it anyway? Glancing down at the datapad, he realized that the clock was still synced to the clocks on Glaciera. That definitely didn't help him at all. Considering that the artificial sky, what was left of it that is, was getting quite dark night must have been near according to ship-board time. Time to wrap this up.
Considering her question he tumbled various responses through his head. Megahertz was an information broker, plain and simple. One who seemed to care for Sentinel at the very least. She wanted some sort of information about Sentinel yet doing so could have unintended consquences. He could lie to her which would most certainly not help if she ever learned that she had done so. Lying might not even be the safest way to go about this in relation to his other adversaries. The pure truth might cause her to experience similar distrust of him, although she herself was a criminal. Birds of a feather flock together, as the old saying went. He could black mail her, though how effective that would be Graves did not know. It would have to be some sort of half truth for now.
Lacing his fingers together, he peered over the small steeple into Megahertz's eyes. "What do I know about Sentinel?" Graves asked rhetorically. "I know some of the stuff he went through early in his life. In fact, I was one of the first people that he meet during his travels across the galaxy. We had a falling out of sorts because he disagreed with some of my ideology, but nothing serious. We parted as friends." If you would call a murderous robot a friend, Graves thought wryly. "As to his current state, I don't know what has happened to him or if he will return. I briefly saw him during the attack but that was all. I promise that if I find something I will tell you about it." Not entirely true, but true enough.
Pulling out a communicator, such as he had given to Cubey and Ozma, he handed it to her. "Contact me if you need or find anything yourself. I can stay no longer, Drakov wants me dead or captured because I oppose him. Greedy bastard. Fare well for now." Tipping his hat, Graves activated his shadow invisibility and stalked off into the night. Entering the service tunnels, he examined his data pad and saw one line of text.
'The purge is complete. Tell me Mr. Graves, what do you think of strings?'
Graves shuddered at that last sentence. Whatever he had created, it most certainly had plans of its own.
Considering her question he tumbled various responses through his head. Megahertz was an information broker, plain and simple. One who seemed to care for Sentinel at the very least. She wanted some sort of information about Sentinel yet doing so could have unintended consquences. He could lie to her which would most certainly not help if she ever learned that she had done so. Lying might not even be the safest way to go about this in relation to his other adversaries. The pure truth might cause her to experience similar distrust of him, although she herself was a criminal. Birds of a feather flock together, as the old saying went. He could black mail her, though how effective that would be Graves did not know. It would have to be some sort of half truth for now.
Lacing his fingers together, he peered over the small steeple into Megahertz's eyes. "What do I know about Sentinel?" Graves asked rhetorically. "I know some of the stuff he went through early in his life. In fact, I was one of the first people that he meet during his travels across the galaxy. We had a falling out of sorts because he disagreed with some of my ideology, but nothing serious. We parted as friends." If you would call a murderous robot a friend, Graves thought wryly. "As to his current state, I don't know what has happened to him or if he will return. I briefly saw him during the attack but that was all. I promise that if I find something I will tell you about it." Not entirely true, but true enough.
Pulling out a communicator, such as he had given to Cubey and Ozma, he handed it to her. "Contact me if you need or find anything yourself. I can stay no longer, Drakov wants me dead or captured because I oppose him. Greedy bastard. Fare well for now." Tipping his hat, Graves activated his shadow invisibility and stalked off into the night. Entering the service tunnels, he examined his data pad and saw one line of text.
'The purge is complete. Tell me Mr. Graves, what do you think of strings?'
Graves shuddered at that last sentence. Whatever he had created, it most certainly had plans of its own.
The setting changes from F.S.S. Realta Nua to Stratevaria Galaxy
As he sat beside Riley and watched k2 bumble is way through flirting with her, the Snek turned his head to the pink haired girl and gently took the bottle of gin from her, "Here... if I may.. I'll make you something better. " he added quietly and sympathetically, "Let me know if he's bothering you..." his own metal hand clinked on the glass as he turned to the minibar to make a mixed drink and added a lime wedge. "Here you go that should have a better flavor...or did you still want a beer like I heard you mention?" he said. "Clockwork, can I make you something too?" he offered.
The setting changes from Stratevaria Galaxy to F.S.S. Realta Nua
Ridley listened as Gelon gave his advice. A weak "Hah....", was all that Ridley said. He considered visiting Riley again for a while. But in the end, he shook his head, shrugged, and walked off. "Nah. Don't want to come across as a creeper.", he whispered to himself.
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Megahertz turned to see Gelon come in, and was reminded that she was in his and the Drakov mercenaries' house all this time. "Oh! Gelon...hi!", she greeted him with a polite nod.
She then turned back to Graves, and listened as he gave his explanation. She stared at him for a few seconds to consider his answer. 'Friends'. Suspicious. Sentinel told her that he had allies...but never friends. She looked up at him sharply, keeping a poker face as she nodded. She decided to keep her suspicion to herself...for now.
Megahertz grabbed the communicator Graves' handed to her, then looked at the doorway as he left. She looked between the communicator in her left hand and the necron mind control spider in her right. Looks like she got a new job already. A necron mind control spider...not just something you could snag from a Black Market, that's for sure.
----
Ozma's expression shifted into one of over the top horror as Cubey listed all of the.....unsightly, uncomfortable, and unclean.....places that he could stay in. He was like a stray kitten...or giraffe....and even Ozma's xenophobic heart melted at this poor manchild.
"Absolutely not!", Ozma shouted and shook his head as he stood up. "Y-you need a warm bed! Not a....a..." He shivered in disgust. "..A box!"
Ozma turned around. "Come with me!", barking with a slightly demanding tone, and he strutted towards the upper class cabins.
The upper class cabins......a few hours ago, this place was the peak of luxury. Now, it was a collection of ruined houses and broken streets. Ozma sighed. He considered sueing Drakov, but decided to put that thought away for now, and head over to his house.
Thankfully for him, his house was mostly unscathed during the attacks, aside from the hole on the roof, and some glass shards on the ground. Ozma glanced at Cubey, whispering, "Careful...", as he walked around the glass shards.
Ozma pulled out his key, and opened the door. Cubey was greeted with the sight of a cozy, brown-colored living room, with a fireplace in the distance. Very comfortable, very homely, just like the rest of the upper class houses. From the inside, you would never tell there was a hole on the roof...or carnage in the streets.
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Clockwork stood up suddenly as K2 delivered his pick up line to Riley. "Did someone say 'dance?!'" Clockwork turned to Ciril, considering his question. "Hmmm~" He then stroke his purple sharp chin, having somehow extracted it out of the table when nobody was looking.
"Yes, yes you can, Ciril. You can make me DANCE." The purple synthetic grabbed the snek's cybernetic arms, pulling him close for a dance. Energetic, irish violin music played behind them. Just Clockwork's thing! Simple, romantic, and energetic. Clockwork began stepping around with remarkable precision and timing despite his man-heels. He held Ciril's hands as they stepped back once, twice, thrice, and then forward, once, twice, thrice!
"Yes! One, two, three! you're a natural!", Clockwork excitedly remarked, not giving the snek a chance to protest.
The other patrons of the bar stared at the snek and the synthetic dancing together. To say it was an odd sight would be....an understatement.
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Megahertz turned to see Gelon come in, and was reminded that she was in his and the Drakov mercenaries' house all this time. "Oh! Gelon...hi!", she greeted him with a polite nod.
She then turned back to Graves, and listened as he gave his explanation. She stared at him for a few seconds to consider his answer. 'Friends'. Suspicious. Sentinel told her that he had allies...but never friends. She looked up at him sharply, keeping a poker face as she nodded. She decided to keep her suspicion to herself...for now.
Megahertz grabbed the communicator Graves' handed to her, then looked at the doorway as he left. She looked between the communicator in her left hand and the necron mind control spider in her right. Looks like she got a new job already. A necron mind control spider...not just something you could snag from a Black Market, that's for sure.
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Ozma's expression shifted into one of over the top horror as Cubey listed all of the.....unsightly, uncomfortable, and unclean.....places that he could stay in. He was like a stray kitten...or giraffe....and even Ozma's xenophobic heart melted at this poor manchild.
"Absolutely not!", Ozma shouted and shook his head as he stood up. "Y-you need a warm bed! Not a....a..." He shivered in disgust. "..A box!"
Ozma turned around. "Come with me!", barking with a slightly demanding tone, and he strutted towards the upper class cabins.
The upper class cabins......a few hours ago, this place was the peak of luxury. Now, it was a collection of ruined houses and broken streets. Ozma sighed. He considered sueing Drakov, but decided to put that thought away for now, and head over to his house.
Thankfully for him, his house was mostly unscathed during the attacks, aside from the hole on the roof, and some glass shards on the ground. Ozma glanced at Cubey, whispering, "Careful...", as he walked around the glass shards.
Ozma pulled out his key, and opened the door. Cubey was greeted with the sight of a cozy, brown-colored living room, with a fireplace in the distance. Very comfortable, very homely, just like the rest of the upper class houses. From the inside, you would never tell there was a hole on the roof...or carnage in the streets.
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Clockwork stood up suddenly as K2 delivered his pick up line to Riley. "Did someone say 'dance?!'" Clockwork turned to Ciril, considering his question. "Hmmm~" He then stroke his purple sharp chin, having somehow extracted it out of the table when nobody was looking.
"Yes, yes you can, Ciril. You can make me DANCE." The purple synthetic grabbed the snek's cybernetic arms, pulling him close for a dance. Energetic, irish violin music played behind them. Just Clockwork's thing! Simple, romantic, and energetic. Clockwork began stepping around with remarkable precision and timing despite his man-heels. He held Ciril's hands as they stepped back once, twice, thrice, and then forward, once, twice, thrice!
"Yes! One, two, three! you're a natural!", Clockwork excitedly remarked, not giving the snek a chance to protest.
The other patrons of the bar stared at the snek and the synthetic dancing together. To say it was an odd sight would be....an understatement.
"Clark wait!" Gelon says as he quickly runs over to megahertz and him "listen I'm supposed to capture you but Drakov is using me wrong so I can help with keeping out of their hands, I know this gets me in trouble but I rather get in trouble with Drakov then with the entire universe" Gelon said not knowing if graves heard him. Gelon turned his attention to megahertz after that and watch the communicator and the necron mind control spider. Gelon watches the spider and sigh "that must be from........duenan's murderer" he said and sit on the broken couch "if you are helping Clark better be careful, I won't hunt you or him but my 'Teammates' I can't speak for" he said and watch her from the couch
In the middle of the night, in Lekan's room.
Hours of complete, pitch black silence have passed. Lonely, if peaceful.
Suddenly, his datapad lets out a pleasant ding, notifying him of an incoming message....an e-mail from Quin.
"You had a weird face on you
when I mentioned my plans
to marry GEHENNA.
Why"
Hours of complete, pitch black silence have passed. Lonely, if peaceful.
Suddenly, his datapad lets out a pleasant ding, notifying him of an incoming message....an e-mail from Quin.
"You had a weird face on you
when I mentioned my plans
to marry GEHENNA.
Why"
Oh man it really was obvious wasn't it? Literally everyone noticed the wretch in her face upon drinking the gin and Riley couldn't help but blush a deep blue on her face. She didn't need to see to know all eyes were on her. She quietly mumbled a small 'thank you' to Ciril handing her the new drink. When K2 started stammering about her being blind, she furrowed her brow a bit and put her goggles over her face. One little goof, and everyone suddenly pities you. She didn't want that. Riley looked in K2's direction, ears perking just a bit when he complimented her. "..Really? You think so? Or are you so drunk you can't see either, ahah." Either way, Riley wasn't in the mood to mope about and held out her metal hand for K2 to take her to dance. "I warn you, I dance like I can't see myself." She said wryly, making fun of herself. "I'm Riley by the way. And...K2's an odd name. Are you a synthetic?"
Byatis sat on the floor near the table a bit dejected. Clock had whisked Ciril away to a crazy duet dance and K2 was hitting on the new girl. Leaving him to his lonesome, just watching. He was bored. Suddenly, Byatis perked up a bit, having an idea what to do. Hunting always made him feel better. He was sure the others wouldn't care all too much if he left. That's okay, they would warm up to him eventually, Byatis was sure of it. With that, Byatis crawled out of the bar and onto the empty street. "And what better hunt than the one for a wanted robot?" he said coyly to himself. The tentacles on his mane squirmed sifting through the various scents. Unfortunately, Sentinel's metal was long gone but the other scent he picked up before, the cigar and cloak smell was fairly close by!
Byatis didn't bother with his camo this time around and headed to a rather destroyed house. There he could see a man with a mechanical arm and Megahertz! Casually Byatis crawled in the the destroyed home, almost not noticing the sleeping Cazadore. Practically ignoring Gelon, Byatis crawled up to Megahertz and rolls on his back in front of her. "Hey Mega! Whatcha doin?" Byatis asked with a playful smile.
Byatis sat on the floor near the table a bit dejected. Clock had whisked Ciril away to a crazy duet dance and K2 was hitting on the new girl. Leaving him to his lonesome, just watching. He was bored. Suddenly, Byatis perked up a bit, having an idea what to do. Hunting always made him feel better. He was sure the others wouldn't care all too much if he left. That's okay, they would warm up to him eventually, Byatis was sure of it. With that, Byatis crawled out of the bar and onto the empty street. "And what better hunt than the one for a wanted robot?" he said coyly to himself. The tentacles on his mane squirmed sifting through the various scents. Unfortunately, Sentinel's metal was long gone but the other scent he picked up before, the cigar and cloak smell was fairly close by!
Byatis didn't bother with his camo this time around and headed to a rather destroyed house. There he could see a man with a mechanical arm and Megahertz! Casually Byatis crawled in the the destroyed home, almost not noticing the sleeping Cazadore. Practically ignoring Gelon, Byatis crawled up to Megahertz and rolls on his back in front of her. "Hey Mega! Whatcha doin?" Byatis asked with a playful smile.
Lekan fitfully awoke when he heard his datapad let out a soft beep accompanied by a small light. In the dark and quiet bedroom it seemed to be much louder and brighter, or maybe it was because the datapad was literally right next to him on the bed. Blearily switching on the bedroom light, he inspected the message. It was from Quin, and she'd been wondering why he reacted the way he did when she said she planned to marry GEHENNA. Of course, it was far too late to have a conversation about it, but Lekan started to work on a reply all the same.
"Didn't think anyone would even
want to marry something like that.
Curious as to why. We can talk in
the morning. Too tired right now."
Pressing the 'send' button, Lekan switched off the datapad and curled up on the bed once more for some shuteye.
"Didn't think anyone would even
want to marry something like that.
Curious as to why. We can talk in
the morning. Too tired right now."
Pressing the 'send' button, Lekan switched off the datapad and curled up on the bed once more for some shuteye.
Ciril was about to comment something to Riley about "it could have happened to anyone" but was suddenly yanked to his feet and pulled into a strange dance with Clockwork. This did throw him for a loop at first, even knocking his glasses askew ,and he stumbled the first few steps but then thought.... well why not... mix things up a little. He quickly caught time with the beat and moved his spindly legs lightly, "You aren't so bad yourself." he said with a bemused smile to Clockwork. "Were you a dancer in your past life or programming?" he joked.
After he had finished talking aloud his options for sleeping locations, Ozma seemed to look at him as if he had just bitten off a rabbits head, exclaiming with absolute disagreement of the idea of the odd beastman sleeping anywhere but a good bed, leaving Cubey taken aback somewhat at the very strong reply, and the fact his new friend seemed grossed out by boxes for some reason. In fact, Ozma practically ordered Cubey to follow him a she began strutting off, the cubic giraffe man-child marching behind thinking he would be ordered some more, feeling the military-esque movements felt appropriate to the mood.
After some time of walking, they arrived at what used to be under all the rubble, torn up streets, and collapsed buildings, was the upper class cabins area. It was amazing sight in the completely opposite way of how it was probably intended, looking more like some devastated long lost ruins than a resort area. Cubey oohed and ahhhhed all the same, obviously impressed with the sheer destruction and the still remaining exquisite houses for the top brass to stay for their holidays, dinner parties and business meetings.
Then when following Ozma to his home, Cubey peered in puzzlement at the hole in the roof, wondering why Ozma wanted a sunroof on his house, seriously following the red haired human's advice and side stepped around the glass carefully, pretending to be a super ninja spy on a dangerously thin ledge, trying not to wall to the jagged rocks below. He even provided his own sound effects. As Cubey set his eyes on the inside, his face light up with a wide grin of delight as he skipped into the comfortable looking, friendly seeming inviting living room, nosely investigating his surroundings, bouncing on chairs, crawling under tables and pushing food into the fire place.
"This place is awesome Ozma! How did you get all this cool stuff? Is this your house? It's very fancy! These chairs are super comfy. Is that a fireplace? I never saw a real one before! Is this were you wanted me to go?", Cubey babbled excitedly to his friend, suddenly becoming immensely hyper, despite his great fatigue and traumatic day.
After some time of walking, they arrived at what used to be under all the rubble, torn up streets, and collapsed buildings, was the upper class cabins area. It was amazing sight in the completely opposite way of how it was probably intended, looking more like some devastated long lost ruins than a resort area. Cubey oohed and ahhhhed all the same, obviously impressed with the sheer destruction and the still remaining exquisite houses for the top brass to stay for their holidays, dinner parties and business meetings.
Then when following Ozma to his home, Cubey peered in puzzlement at the hole in the roof, wondering why Ozma wanted a sunroof on his house, seriously following the red haired human's advice and side stepped around the glass carefully, pretending to be a super ninja spy on a dangerously thin ledge, trying not to wall to the jagged rocks below. He even provided his own sound effects. As Cubey set his eyes on the inside, his face light up with a wide grin of delight as he skipped into the comfortable looking, friendly seeming inviting living room, nosely investigating his surroundings, bouncing on chairs, crawling under tables and pushing food into the fire place.
"This place is awesome Ozma! How did you get all this cool stuff? Is this your house? It's very fancy! These chairs are super comfy. Is that a fireplace? I never saw a real one before! Is this were you wanted me to go?", Cubey babbled excitedly to his friend, suddenly becoming immensely hyper, despite his great fatigue and traumatic day.
"I'm never too drunk to recognize a beautiful woman." Keeton says, taking the hand of the Illeryian. Keeton leads Riley to the dance floor and wraps his arms around her hips. Keeton starts to do a slow stepping dance, something easy to keep up with. It probably didn't fit perfectly with the bagpipes and flutes playing in the background, but it was nice. Keeton hadn't danced with a sober woman in quite a while, and never with a blind one.
"To answer your question about my name, I'm actually a uh... pirate. Keeton says stammering about with his words. For once in his life he felt a little embarrassed about the title. "My old mentor, before he died, use to call me K2. So i stuck with it." Keeton shifts uncomfortably at the thought of the old man, but then bounces back to a happy expression when realizing Riley still dancing with him. "The old man, he was really fond of this music. He had a pre-war machine that played stuff like this, it was extravagant and beautiful. Kinda like you." Keeton says smiling at Riley, trying to sound as charming as possible.
Keeton watches Ciril and Clockwork dance together. As entertaining and awesome as it is, the spectacle is quite hilarious. He starts giggling hysterically. "I know you can't see what is happening, but the Snek and robot are dancing with each other." Keeton whispers to Riley, still laughing a bit.
"To answer your question about my name, I'm actually a uh... pirate. Keeton says stammering about with his words. For once in his life he felt a little embarrassed about the title. "My old mentor, before he died, use to call me K2. So i stuck with it." Keeton shifts uncomfortably at the thought of the old man, but then bounces back to a happy expression when realizing Riley still dancing with him. "The old man, he was really fond of this music. He had a pre-war machine that played stuff like this, it was extravagant and beautiful. Kinda like you." Keeton says smiling at Riley, trying to sound as charming as possible.
Keeton watches Ciril and Clockwork dance together. As entertaining and awesome as it is, the spectacle is quite hilarious. He starts giggling hysterically. "I know you can't see what is happening, but the Snek and robot are dancing with each other." Keeton whispers to Riley, still laughing a bit.
Megahertz looked down as Gelon correctly deduced where the mind control spider came from. The news was still..unreal. Megahertz couldn't say she knew Deunan well personally, but the death...no, murder... of such a high-profile celebrity was still shocking. Megahertz then watched Gelon and furrowed her brows as he talked some more. She glanced to the side and whispered to herself, "...I suppose it's time I dust off the spellbooks, then."
As she was in the middle of pondering and analyzing, she failed to see the nine-foot-long eldritch rogue crawling towards her, and jumped up in surprise. "EEK!" She stared at Byatis with wide eyes, taking a deep breath once she realized it was 'just' him. "W-what is this, give-Megahertz-a-jumpscare-day?!", she complained.
Megahertz leaned back on the rubble, and repeatedly looked between the mind control spider's leg and Byatis. The more she looked at him, the...less threatening..he seemed. At least, from the way he was rolling his back like that. "Uhm...anyways, I was....doing nothing in particular.", she said with a neutral tone. Only then did she realized something, as she then looked between Gelon and Byatis.
Suddenly standing up, she slid the spider leg into her pocket. "O-oh my!" Turning to Gelon, she rubbed the back of her head embarassedly. "I...totally forgot that this was your team's house Gelon! Sorry, sorry!" She then looked at Byatis, asking hopefully, "Uhhh...our house IS still standing. Right...?"
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Clockwork cackled at Ciril's quip, greatly approving of the stoic snek going along with his absurdity. Together, they continued dancing along the beat, hopping up and down energetically, their movements becoming more and more intense as the music became more and more lively.
"Who knows? Maybe you can actually help me find out!"
At first, it seemed like he was joking, but there was something in the matter-of-fact way he was saying that line which showed that he was being completely serious.
In the middle of the dance, Clockwork turned to K2, joking out loud so that he could be heard through the loud music, "Wow Cap'n, you were so charming, you almost made ME swoon!" He was so genuine in his delivery, that it almost seemed sarcastic.
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Ozma could only hold out a hand as Cubey skipped, and before he knew it, the cubic giraffe was already bouncing around hyperactively, without even a hint of sadness.His jaw dropped at this sight, both impressed....and kind of scared. He could not keep up as Cubey asked his many questions, shouting,
"CUBEY! Wait!"
"Don't touch that-"
"...Never mind"
He couldn't help but smile a bit though, at just how adorable Cubey was.
As a door to the right of Cubey opened, a shy, mechanized voice could be heard. "Master Ozma, dinner will be rea-"
Cubey suddenly bumped into the owner of the voice in the middle of his hyperactiveness. If he looked up, he would see a synthetic woman with eerie-looking red eyes, solid plastic blonde 'hair', and a smooth, porcelaine-like skin. She was built to look like a robotic maid, with wheels for legs. The synthetic woman was placing her hands in front of her waist apron, and budged slightly on impact with Cubey.
Ozma stood up straight. "A-ah...Woman.."
That Woman looked between Ozma and Cubey.
Ozma looked away and whispered, "He's a guest." Ozma was relieved it was just That Woman, and not one of his Black Dragon associates, that came upon his newfound alien guest. Being a simple synthetic servant, she would not be able to judge him.
As she was in the middle of pondering and analyzing, she failed to see the nine-foot-long eldritch rogue crawling towards her, and jumped up in surprise. "EEK!" She stared at Byatis with wide eyes, taking a deep breath once she realized it was 'just' him. "W-what is this, give-Megahertz-a-jumpscare-day?!", she complained.
Megahertz leaned back on the rubble, and repeatedly looked between the mind control spider's leg and Byatis. The more she looked at him, the...less threatening..he seemed. At least, from the way he was rolling his back like that. "Uhm...anyways, I was....doing nothing in particular.", she said with a neutral tone. Only then did she realized something, as she then looked between Gelon and Byatis.
Suddenly standing up, she slid the spider leg into her pocket. "O-oh my!" Turning to Gelon, she rubbed the back of her head embarassedly. "I...totally forgot that this was your team's house Gelon! Sorry, sorry!" She then looked at Byatis, asking hopefully, "Uhhh...our house IS still standing. Right...?"
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Clockwork cackled at Ciril's quip, greatly approving of the stoic snek going along with his absurdity. Together, they continued dancing along the beat, hopping up and down energetically, their movements becoming more and more intense as the music became more and more lively.
"Who knows? Maybe you can actually help me find out!"
At first, it seemed like he was joking, but there was something in the matter-of-fact way he was saying that line which showed that he was being completely serious.
In the middle of the dance, Clockwork turned to K2, joking out loud so that he could be heard through the loud music, "Wow Cap'n, you were so charming, you almost made ME swoon!" He was so genuine in his delivery, that it almost seemed sarcastic.
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Ozma could only hold out a hand as Cubey skipped, and before he knew it, the cubic giraffe was already bouncing around hyperactively, without even a hint of sadness.His jaw dropped at this sight, both impressed....and kind of scared. He could not keep up as Cubey asked his many questions, shouting,
"CUBEY! Wait!"
"Don't touch that-"
"...Never mind"
He couldn't help but smile a bit though, at just how adorable Cubey was.
As a door to the right of Cubey opened, a shy, mechanized voice could be heard. "Master Ozma, dinner will be rea-"
Cubey suddenly bumped into the owner of the voice in the middle of his hyperactiveness. If he looked up, he would see a synthetic woman with eerie-looking red eyes, solid plastic blonde 'hair', and a smooth, porcelaine-like skin. She was built to look like a robotic maid, with wheels for legs. The synthetic woman was placing her hands in front of her waist apron, and budged slightly on impact with Cubey.
Ozma stood up straight. "A-ah...Woman.."
That Woman looked between Ozma and Cubey.
Ozma looked away and whispered, "He's a guest." Ozma was relieved it was just That Woman, and not one of his Black Dragon associates, that came upon his newfound alien guest. Being a simple synthetic servant, she would not be able to judge him.
Gelon watch Byatis and before he even could inform megahertz she already noticed the nine foot long....thing and sigh as megahertz mentioned this being his or rather was his teams house "don't mind it I got pulled from the job so I'm just here to get my stuff and then find a place to sleep. Might be a bench, storage or somewhere else" he said a bit disappointed and walk over to the Cazadore and pet it under it's chin where megahertz said it's sweet spot was to tame it "come on kitty, you need to move as well" gelon said and watch the beast "and if you need my help just say so" gelon said as he kept an close eye on the Cazadore
Beatrice sprang to life suddenly in her bed "OH FUCK, THE CAZADORE!" she yelled, throwing the sheets off her bed, and rushing to the monitor. She quickly flipped the monitor to the room the mercenaries were staying in. "Fucking Christ Deskovitch..." Beatrice said, blankly staring at the monitor in disbelief. There she saw one of her own agents, the attractive Ishkavi, and an eldritch monstrosity.
Beatrice turns to her communicator, "Hey you know that Cazadore that I subdued, it's going to be a problem. Go ahead and fry it. Also absolutely no more nano bots for Gelon Deskovitch. Is that understood?" Beatrice looks back to the bed where Vlad stirs from all the commotion. "Are you watching the feed? I want to know everything about these three. I want to know their mother's mother-in-law's maiden name. Also I fear we may have a rouge agent, why don't you prep a 'shuttle' for his sudden departure. Beatrice watches as Gelon touches the Lion. A loud explosion goes off under the beast's belly shifting the corpse slightly, it kills the beast instantly. "Good work boys, see you tomorrow." Beatrice says signing off of her communicator, and laying back in bed to fall asleep.
Beatrice turns to her communicator, "Hey you know that Cazadore that I subdued, it's going to be a problem. Go ahead and fry it. Also absolutely no more nano bots for Gelon Deskovitch. Is that understood?" Beatrice looks back to the bed where Vlad stirs from all the commotion. "Are you watching the feed? I want to know everything about these three. I want to know their mother's mother-in-law's maiden name. Also I fear we may have a rouge agent, why don't you prep a 'shuttle' for his sudden departure. Beatrice watches as Gelon touches the Lion. A loud explosion goes off under the beast's belly shifting the corpse slightly, it kills the beast instantly. "Good work boys, see you tomorrow." Beatrice says signing off of her communicator, and laying back in bed to fall asleep.
Gelon watch the belly of Cazadore explode and is just in time to protect himself "fucking bitch" he mutters and stands back up as he change his arm back to normal "thinking you can take me out like that you BITCH! you hear me!" he yells at the camera and then blasts it then mails Boris 'consider this me stopping working for you as your assistant just tried to kill me' he wrote and send it. Beatrice had ticked off Gelon just at the wrong moment when he already was pissed off but now she had to watch her back for sure "i'm gonna fucking beat that Ishkavi until she is begging for forgiveness!" he said in utter anger and then watch Megahertz and slowly calmed down "sorry you had to see me go like that but miss Beatrice has just ticked me off today and now just kills an Cazadore thinking to take me with it" he said it and stays on high alert if something is about the happen
Riley raised an eyebrow, noticing how forward K2 was with contact and about himself. She let out a giggle when K2 mentioned pirate. K2 upon first impression didn't seem like a pirate, though listening to him talk about his past so openly slowly helped her imagine some things. Still not very piratey to her. "Oh wow, K2, that's quite a lot to take in. Seems everyone has their own burdens to carry...." She said. Not wanting to start talking about herself, she decided to quickly change the subject. "An odd choice of dance for this type of music. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were looking for an excuse to hold me." Riley said with a smirk. Though she couldn't help but blush again and K2's generous comments. He was clearly trying too hard but Riley didn't mind too much, it was nice that he was trying in the first place.
She was paying so much attention to K2 that she barely noticed the laughing coming from Clockwork. "Oh I don't need to see to tell that they're having lots of fun, ahah!"
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Byatis smiled up at Megahertz when she yelped. "Aww I'm not THAT scary am I?" he said teasingly. "Nothing, eh? That's okay! I was just wondering if you saw someone who might be the type to smoke cigars! I traced a scent back here that I smelled when I was trying to find Sentinel's-" A small thud made Byatis immediately sit up, alert. The Cazadore's body jolted and slumped down, lifeless. He watched as the man with the mechanical arm was overreacting and cursing out loud about some Beatrice woman. Byatis just sat next to Megahertz. "Uh...last i checked our house was still in tact. Probably raided, but stable." Byatis suddenly smiled with excitement. "Wanna ride back?"
She was paying so much attention to K2 that she barely noticed the laughing coming from Clockwork. "Oh I don't need to see to tell that they're having lots of fun, ahah!"
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Byatis smiled up at Megahertz when she yelped. "Aww I'm not THAT scary am I?" he said teasingly. "Nothing, eh? That's okay! I was just wondering if you saw someone who might be the type to smoke cigars! I traced a scent back here that I smelled when I was trying to find Sentinel's-" A small thud made Byatis immediately sit up, alert. The Cazadore's body jolted and slumped down, lifeless. He watched as the man with the mechanical arm was overreacting and cursing out loud about some Beatrice woman. Byatis just sat next to Megahertz. "Uh...last i checked our house was still in tact. Probably raided, but stable." Byatis suddenly smiled with excitement. "Wanna ride back?"
The setting changes from F.S.S. Realta Nua to Stratevaria Galaxy
"Well I would be interested to find out. It shouldn't be too difficult, given my resources." he replied to Clockwork as he was still pulled along in the dance. He was fairly graceful and continued to humor the big purple robot, as they swung by Riley and the flirting pirate, shaking his head slightly at Clockwork's remark and K2's advances, though there was something a bit endearing about it.. That man had no subtlety whatsoever. "I'm curious, Clockwork.... you keep calling him Captain... do you intend to follow him indefinably?"
The setting changes from Stratevaria Galaxy to F.S.S. Realta Nua
"As ridiculous as it seems, I am indeed a pirate. Maybe if you were to see my awful attire you wouldn't giggle as much... Actually you probably would." Keeton says chuckling lightly.
"Burden, such an ugly word. There is no fun in the word 'burden', let's try memories or remnants of the past. Sure there are some awful ones, but there are also some really great ones as well. The past should not be looked on as regrets and misfortunes, but as opportunities for a new future." Keeton says looking over to the robot and Snek still dancing together. "I like to think of life as a book. As the reader you peruse through pages of life knowing little of what is to come, but as the author you develop your work into its own ending. Keeton says sounding as genuinely philosophical as possible. "That might sound like complete bullshit, but it's a pirate philosophy of mine, and yes I own many pre-war books." He says, changing form back to regular K2, the buzzed pirate.
"Can it, you Lily dog!" Keeton shouts towards clockwork, giving him a wink with his human eye. Keeton looks back towards Riley, "Well now that you say it like that. I guess this is totally not because, if I tried to dance properly to this music with you, you would fall on your face." The ruffian says playfully, not intending any insult or offense to come from his words. "As much as you might not believe, I am a pirate. One thing is for certain, there is nothing pirate's like more than dancing with a nice lass during a shanty. Besides, I think this is pretty nice." Keeton says cutely, the red glow returning back to his cheeks.
"Burden, such an ugly word. There is no fun in the word 'burden', let's try memories or remnants of the past. Sure there are some awful ones, but there are also some really great ones as well. The past should not be looked on as regrets and misfortunes, but as opportunities for a new future." Keeton says looking over to the robot and Snek still dancing together. "I like to think of life as a book. As the reader you peruse through pages of life knowing little of what is to come, but as the author you develop your work into its own ending. Keeton says sounding as genuinely philosophical as possible. "That might sound like complete bullshit, but it's a pirate philosophy of mine, and yes I own many pre-war books." He says, changing form back to regular K2, the buzzed pirate.
"Can it, you Lily dog!" Keeton shouts towards clockwork, giving him a wink with his human eye. Keeton looks back towards Riley, "Well now that you say it like that. I guess this is totally not because, if I tried to dance properly to this music with you, you would fall on your face." The ruffian says playfully, not intending any insult or offense to come from his words. "As much as you might not believe, I am a pirate. One thing is for certain, there is nothing pirate's like more than dancing with a nice lass during a shanty. Besides, I think this is pretty nice." Keeton says cutely, the red glow returning back to his cheeks.
Megahertz lowered her head, feeling sorry for Gelon. "O..oh..I see." She smiled as he gently petted the giant cat. The one armed mercenary had a nice side, it seemed. She hesitated a bit, but then asked, "You know....you could stay at my team's house. I'm sure we can spare a couch or two."
The Giant Cazadore purred as Gelon rubbed it, still feeling sleepy from Graves' spell.
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Vlad watched Beatrice lazily, still under the sheets. She seemed rather annoyed that Beatrice's screaming woke her up in the middle of a good night's sleep, but being professional, she kept quiet and watched the Feed.
She winced slightly as the Cazadore exploded though, and stared at Beatrice with a questioning look. Even if she won't say her thoughts out loud, it was obvious what she was thinking; 'Was that really necessary?'
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Megahertz shrieked and retreated behind Byatis as the Cazadore exploded, and then watched as Gelon went into meltdown, with wide eyes and hanging jaw. "I...um....w-well, I..." She was speechless. She turned to Beatrice, feeling slightly embarassed for Gelon. If only slightly. Her face turned to one of childish excitement when Byatis gave his offer. "R....Ride....?"
She did not waste time to nod. "Y-you better not drop me!" As she was preparing to get on the eldritch rogue though, she stopped to look at the dying Cazadore. And suddenly came up with a plan. She glanced at byatis and whispered, "Can you do me a favor?", glancing between him and Gelon, cautious that she would be overheard by him. She wasn't planning anything malicious in particular. Just morally questionable. And unquestionably gross.
"I need you to get that Cazadore's brain for me.", Megahertz said to Byatis completely straightforwardly.
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Clockwork nodded at Ciril. "I'd owe you forever and ever if you do this for me, Ciril.", saying it in a surprisingly serious manner. It seemed like he really do want to know more about himself. He then chuckled at Ciril's question, and replied, "Oh of course!.....the Protector's Alliance consider me a bottom feeder slacker, I'm sure they won't miss me. Besides, the Captain is a lot of...."
Clockwork paused.
"Fun.", a hint of glee in his voice.
"So.. What about you?", he asked Ciril with genuine curiosity. It seemed like he had stopped being suspicious of Ciril, by the tone in his voice. At least for now.
The Giant Cazadore purred as Gelon rubbed it, still feeling sleepy from Graves' spell.
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Vlad watched Beatrice lazily, still under the sheets. She seemed rather annoyed that Beatrice's screaming woke her up in the middle of a good night's sleep, but being professional, she kept quiet and watched the Feed.
She winced slightly as the Cazadore exploded though, and stared at Beatrice with a questioning look. Even if she won't say her thoughts out loud, it was obvious what she was thinking; 'Was that really necessary?'
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Megahertz shrieked and retreated behind Byatis as the Cazadore exploded, and then watched as Gelon went into meltdown, with wide eyes and hanging jaw. "I...um....w-well, I..." She was speechless. She turned to Beatrice, feeling slightly embarassed for Gelon. If only slightly. Her face turned to one of childish excitement when Byatis gave his offer. "R....Ride....?"
She did not waste time to nod. "Y-you better not drop me!" As she was preparing to get on the eldritch rogue though, she stopped to look at the dying Cazadore. And suddenly came up with a plan. She glanced at byatis and whispered, "Can you do me a favor?", glancing between him and Gelon, cautious that she would be overheard by him. She wasn't planning anything malicious in particular. Just morally questionable. And unquestionably gross.
"I need you to get that Cazadore's brain for me.", Megahertz said to Byatis completely straightforwardly.
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Clockwork nodded at Ciril. "I'd owe you forever and ever if you do this for me, Ciril.", saying it in a surprisingly serious manner. It seemed like he really do want to know more about himself. He then chuckled at Ciril's question, and replied, "Oh of course!.....the Protector's Alliance consider me a bottom feeder slacker, I'm sure they won't miss me. Besides, the Captain is a lot of...."
Clockwork paused.
"Fun.", a hint of glee in his voice.
"So.. What about you?", he asked Ciril with genuine curiosity. It seemed like he had stopped being suspicious of Ciril, by the tone in his voice. At least for now.
Gelon smiled at megahertz's offer "hehe if this Cazadore won't be a problem then I will surely do so" he said as he used both hands as Gelon noticed the Cazadore's joy "this is one great pet, though it's gonna be hard to keep but I like that"
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Gelon sighs sad and close the beast's eyes "be at peace great beast you didn't deserve this" he said and went to his room too gather his stuff
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Gelon sighs sad and close the beast's eyes "be at peace great beast you didn't deserve this" he said and went to his room too gather his stuff
The setting changes from F.S.S. Realta Nua to Stratevaria Galaxy
As Cubey frolicked around the place, Ozma's words seeming muffled to his ignorant ears, seeming oblivious to the man's surprise of his behavior as he gallivanted around this new location. He was enjoying himself for sure, his own imagination of sprinting through a fantastical wonderland melding with reality, so much in fact, he completely was utterly dumbfounded when he bumped into and bounced off something, or someone, that felt very cold indeed, noticing it didn't really move when he bumped into them.
He looked up to see the unnerving red eyes and solid plastic lump of what could be described as hair of That Woman, noticing from her very peculiar lack of fragrance, that she must also by a robot. He had certainly met a lot of them today. Cubey stared at her for a few moments at her extremely smooth porcelain skin, and her wheels, as well as her maid outfit before coming to the conclusion from when Ozma stood up of a fact he was not expecting as he started giggling to himself. Or at least it was a fact in his mind. Quickly after Ozma announced that Cubey was a visitor, the mutated beastman immediately teased; "I didn't know you had a girl friend Ozma! She's very pretty, but I think she might be a robot since there's no lots of people smell on her. Why do robots smell diffrent? Hehehehehehee Ozma's got a girlfriend! They probably kissed!", as he started giggling again, covering his sneer as best as he could with his hooves giving Ozma a cheeky look.
Cubey then, after a few more moments of giggling and smirking, he diverted his attention to That Woman, curious on who this robot lady was. He decided to get right to the point.
"Excuse miss robot maid person, whats your name? My name 'Super Duper' Cubey! But most people call me Cubey. I'm gonna beat UP GEHENNA one day!", he announced cheerfully, before asking her a tiraide of questions; "Are you a maid? You look like a maid. Is it because your dressed up like a maid? You are Ozma's girlfriend right?", seeming fascinated at the new stranger much like a puppy would or salesman believing to find his next customer.
He looked up to see the unnerving red eyes and solid plastic lump of what could be described as hair of That Woman, noticing from her very peculiar lack of fragrance, that she must also by a robot. He had certainly met a lot of them today. Cubey stared at her for a few moments at her extremely smooth porcelain skin, and her wheels, as well as her maid outfit before coming to the conclusion from when Ozma stood up of a fact he was not expecting as he started giggling to himself. Or at least it was a fact in his mind. Quickly after Ozma announced that Cubey was a visitor, the mutated beastman immediately teased; "I didn't know you had a girl friend Ozma! She's very pretty, but I think she might be a robot since there's no lots of people smell on her. Why do robots smell diffrent? Hehehehehehee Ozma's got a girlfriend! They probably kissed!", as he started giggling again, covering his sneer as best as he could with his hooves giving Ozma a cheeky look.
Cubey then, after a few more moments of giggling and smirking, he diverted his attention to That Woman, curious on who this robot lady was. He decided to get right to the point.
"Excuse miss robot maid person, whats your name? My name 'Super Duper' Cubey! But most people call me Cubey. I'm gonna beat UP GEHENNA one day!", he announced cheerfully, before asking her a tiraide of questions; "Are you a maid? You look like a maid. Is it because your dressed up like a maid? You are Ozma's girlfriend right?", seeming fascinated at the new stranger much like a puppy would or salesman believing to find his next customer.
The setting changes from Stratevaria Galaxy to F.S.S. Realta Nua
Riley just snickered at K2's comments. Now he was REALLY trying too hard. "Ahaha, alright Mr. Philosophical, I get it. Though I figured pirates enjoyed raiding towns and," Riley put on a cheesy pirate accent, "looking fer the pirate treasure, har har". She giggled afterwards, smiling at K2. The song was about over and the next one began to play. This time it played a faster, rock tune. Rily smirked. "I'll fall on my face, eh? I'll show you!" She said with a wide grin, breaking away from K2. The tune began to pick up and Riley swayed and danced with the beat, moving her hips back and forth and her arms making movements in sync with the rhythm of the song. Her tail also seemed to dance. "Come on, join in! You know you want to!" She invited to K2. Riley was feeling better from todays events. Looks like hanging out with these strangers wasn't a completely bad idea.
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Byatis sat next to Megahertz and lowered his position so that she could sit on his back. He has two back spines but otherwise, she'd be ok. BUt then Megahertz asked for a favour. "It's brain?" Byatis questioned, his smile widening and his eyes glimmering with excitement. "Okay!" he exclaimed, as he crawled over to the heaping corpse. He laid his claws at the base of the creature's skull and dug them in deep. Byatis hummed a weird tune to disguise the wretched sounds of flesh and bone being torn. Byatis's claws ran along the cranium and he split the skull in two. The cazadore's brain out in the open. "I'm the best surgeon! Ahah!" With that he quickly ripped out the brain, severing the stem. "Beeeeeeeeeeeep" Byatis mimicked a flatlining EKG machine noise. Byatis held the massive brain in his large claws and held it out to Megahertz. "I'm trying to think of a pun but I suck at puns!" Byatis's tail was wagging happily. And he wasn't trying to be discrete at all, unlike Megahertz.
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Byatis sat next to Megahertz and lowered his position so that she could sit on his back. He has two back spines but otherwise, she'd be ok. BUt then Megahertz asked for a favour. "It's brain?" Byatis questioned, his smile widening and his eyes glimmering with excitement. "Okay!" he exclaimed, as he crawled over to the heaping corpse. He laid his claws at the base of the creature's skull and dug them in deep. Byatis hummed a weird tune to disguise the wretched sounds of flesh and bone being torn. Byatis's claws ran along the cranium and he split the skull in two. The cazadore's brain out in the open. "I'm the best surgeon! Ahah!" With that he quickly ripped out the brain, severing the stem. "Beeeeeeeeeeeep" Byatis mimicked a flatlining EKG machine noise. Byatis held the massive brain in his large claws and held it out to Megahertz. "I'm trying to think of a pun but I suck at puns!" Byatis's tail was wagging happily. And he wasn't trying to be discrete at all, unlike Megahertz.
Megahertz watched carefully as Gelon left, and then turned to Byatis, more relaxed now that the one-armed mercenary was out of the house. She folded her arms and furrowed her brows as Byatis....disturbingly cheerfully....performed his surgery. She gulped as sweat trickled down her left temple. No matter how adorable Byatis may be, he was still an eldritch abomination. Or maybe it is the other way around....
It took Megahertz about ten seconds to formulate a response, looking carefully at Byatis, his happy tail, his everlasting grin...and the bloodied brain-bearing claws. "U-uhm....good...job.....?", Megahertz nervously stated, giving a hesitant thumbs up. She wasn't afraid of the sight of blood or guts or anything, but that didn't mean she enjoyed seeing it in such a copious amount.
Megahertz grabbed a toolbox that was just laying about on the ground, dumped its contents, then gestured Byatis to drop the brain inside. "Carefully....", she whispered. She proceeded to close the toolbox shut, lock it, and put it under her left arm, before climbing on Byatis' back.
"Ahem. I believe you were offering me a ride.", Megahertz said with a smirk.
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Ozma became worried as Cubey stayed quiet when looking up at That Woman. He hated awkward silence. Of course, he hated what came next more. A furious red blush decorated Ozma's face thanks to Cubey's teasing. "Y-YOU LITTLE!", Ozma impotently shouted, drowned by Cubey's giggling. That Woman lowered her head and blushed as well, the red tint looking particularly strong on her porcelainne face. "Girlfriend...", she whispered in a cute voice.
"Don't encourage him! You're just here to deliver my mail!", Ozma said exasperatedly.
"..And cook my dinner."
".....And wash my clothes."
".......And....nevermind.", Ozma was silenced by his embarassment.
That Woman closed her eyes, bowing. "I am sorry if I had offended." Her eyes then met with Cubey, and she watched him introduce himself. She had a certain look in her eyes...looking at them, you would know she was paying attention to you a hundred percent.
Skipping over the part where she tells him her name, That Woman bowed politely, and commented, "'Super Duper' Cubey sounds very.......super.", her voice so soft, it almost sounded fragile.
That Woman's eyes did not avert from Cubey as he bombarded her with questions. In the background, Ozma shook his fists. "H-hey! Don't bother her...."
Giving a sweet smile, That Woman shook her head. "It is no bother. I am indeed a maid, an EV-4000 series servant gynoid, to be precise. I am not Master Ozma's girlfriend, but it is a pleasure to meet you." She did not sound robotic, aside from the slightly synthesized quality of her voice. There was something slightly off in her tone, but that may be natural for a synthetic.
Still keeping her sweet smile, That Woman turned to look at Cubey. "It is now my turn to ask the questions. How would you like your steak?"
It took Megahertz about ten seconds to formulate a response, looking carefully at Byatis, his happy tail, his everlasting grin...and the bloodied brain-bearing claws. "U-uhm....good...job.....?", Megahertz nervously stated, giving a hesitant thumbs up. She wasn't afraid of the sight of blood or guts or anything, but that didn't mean she enjoyed seeing it in such a copious amount.
Megahertz grabbed a toolbox that was just laying about on the ground, dumped its contents, then gestured Byatis to drop the brain inside. "Carefully....", she whispered. She proceeded to close the toolbox shut, lock it, and put it under her left arm, before climbing on Byatis' back.
"Ahem. I believe you were offering me a ride.", Megahertz said with a smirk.
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Ozma became worried as Cubey stayed quiet when looking up at That Woman. He hated awkward silence. Of course, he hated what came next more. A furious red blush decorated Ozma's face thanks to Cubey's teasing. "Y-YOU LITTLE!", Ozma impotently shouted, drowned by Cubey's giggling. That Woman lowered her head and blushed as well, the red tint looking particularly strong on her porcelainne face. "Girlfriend...", she whispered in a cute voice.
"Don't encourage him! You're just here to deliver my mail!", Ozma said exasperatedly.
"..And cook my dinner."
".....And wash my clothes."
".......And....nevermind.", Ozma was silenced by his embarassment.
That Woman closed her eyes, bowing. "I am sorry if I had offended." Her eyes then met with Cubey, and she watched him introduce himself. She had a certain look in her eyes...looking at them, you would know she was paying attention to you a hundred percent.
Skipping over the part where she tells him her name, That Woman bowed politely, and commented, "'Super Duper' Cubey sounds very.......super.", her voice so soft, it almost sounded fragile.
That Woman's eyes did not avert from Cubey as he bombarded her with questions. In the background, Ozma shook his fists. "H-hey! Don't bother her...."
Giving a sweet smile, That Woman shook her head. "It is no bother. I am indeed a maid, an EV-4000 series servant gynoid, to be precise. I am not Master Ozma's girlfriend, but it is a pleasure to meet you." She did not sound robotic, aside from the slightly synthesized quality of her voice. There was something slightly off in her tone, but that may be natural for a synthetic.
Still keeping her sweet smile, That Woman turned to look at Cubey. "It is now my turn to ask the questions. How would you like your steak?"
Keeton sighed, no one takes him seriously. "Last time I checked, Pirate treasure was the treasure buried by the Pirate." Keeton replies back to Riley, teasing her. "Love the accent by the way, ten out of ten." Keeton laughs with her. "Maybe I am coming on too strong but your smile is really cute." He says, smiling back at Riley.
Keeton grimaces as the new heavier melody begins to play, but is quickly distracted when he sees Riley dancing. Her movements are fluid, and her body seemed to sync with the music. The whole display is in itself is pretty sensual, and a little sexual. "Uh yeah, I uh... yeah" Keeton replies back to the Illeryian, making his way by Riley's side. Where he begins to dance awfully to the music. At least he is trying.
Keeton grimaces as the new heavier melody begins to play, but is quickly distracted when he sees Riley dancing. Her movements are fluid, and her body seemed to sync with the music. The whole display is in itself is pretty sensual, and a little sexual. "Uh yeah, I uh... yeah" Keeton replies back to the Illeryian, making his way by Riley's side. Where he begins to dance awfully to the music. At least he is trying.
As Cubey still sniggering at the antics between Ozma and That Woman, finding the whole situation hilarious, along with the common child's opinion on romantic relationships being silly, he slowly realized that the android servant was staring at him through his whole introduction. She seemed to be listening carefully to Cubey's words, which Cubey enjoyed immensely, as he was always a fan of getting full attention, it made him feel fuzzy inside. He seemed somewhat embarrassed as she bowed to him, admitting his title sounded, well, super. He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly when that happened.
After he spouted out his questions she didn't seem too fussed in answering all of them as Cubey sat down on the carpet, despite having seemed to annoyed Ozma. She confirmed she was in fact a maid and a gynoid, though denied she was Ozma's girlfriend, though something about her tone made Cubey doubt that, unless it was just something from the sounds that robots made, but was pretty much fully satisfied with each answer nodding cheerfully to each one to show that he was a good listener.
Seeming enamored of That Woman's smile, the mutated beastman was take aback a teeny bit when he then a question in turn that made his stomach grumble, causing his to chuckle along with the rumbles.
"I like my steak really, really, really, really, really, really, really well done pretty please! Guess that means it's dinner time? Yay food! Thank you ultra, super, very much robot maid lady! Can I have some juice too? and dessert after? Man i'm super duper hungry as well as strong!", the curious giraffe being babbled on, obviously delighted to hear that he was being fed, hopefully for free too. He wasn't exactly swimming in cash, due to never really needing to use his very meager pocket money he got back in the facility he was kept in. He really was lucky to have them so kind back home. He was starting to miss hid home a little, as well as the people that worked there too he supposed, but he decided to avoid thinking about it like he did of a certain recent highly terrible and traumatic event. Instead he asked Ozma; "What are you getting? Is it the same as me? It's okay to have the same stuff sometimes."
After he spouted out his questions she didn't seem too fussed in answering all of them as Cubey sat down on the carpet, despite having seemed to annoyed Ozma. She confirmed she was in fact a maid and a gynoid, though denied she was Ozma's girlfriend, though something about her tone made Cubey doubt that, unless it was just something from the sounds that robots made, but was pretty much fully satisfied with each answer nodding cheerfully to each one to show that he was a good listener.
Seeming enamored of That Woman's smile, the mutated beastman was take aback a teeny bit when he then a question in turn that made his stomach grumble, causing his to chuckle along with the rumbles.
"I like my steak really, really, really, really, really, really, really well done pretty please! Guess that means it's dinner time? Yay food! Thank you ultra, super, very much robot maid lady! Can I have some juice too? and dessert after? Man i'm super duper hungry as well as strong!", the curious giraffe being babbled on, obviously delighted to hear that he was being fed, hopefully for free too. He wasn't exactly swimming in cash, due to never really needing to use his very meager pocket money he got back in the facility he was kept in. He really was lucky to have them so kind back home. He was starting to miss hid home a little, as well as the people that worked there too he supposed, but he decided to avoid thinking about it like he did of a certain recent highly terrible and traumatic event. Instead he asked Ozma; "What are you getting? Is it the same as me? It's okay to have the same stuff sometimes."
While it may have been difficult to read the Snek's expression behind the tinted glass over his eyes, his gaze was rather intent as he listened to Clockwork. "Really. Well then, Clockwork, I'll have to do some searching. I could always use a favor in my line of work, especially when I'm in hot water for knowing ...too much." he smiled sympathetically, "And for that reason, I can't tell you too much about myself. It would put us both in danger. But I am quite happy to be your current companion..... " he glanced at K2, "Fun indeed. You know, I often have to go on rather formal embasador like missions... very dull. Or in very high stakes aggressive and shady and violent operations.... its not often I get to socialize with ..... .... such unique beings. " he smiled and drew away to the side, ceasing to dance. "It must be nice. ..." he hoped there would never be a conflict of interest that would force him to be on opposing sides as these two. He looked on as Riley busted out her own dance moves, as K2 attempted to keep up. Ah, so much bravado ...he was so young and his path was so open to him. Enviable really. Well, aside from various bounties on his head. Ciril was aware of those. He was also aware that certain parties probably had a price on his own head as well, but he was one step ahead of them so far.
That Woman gave a sweet chuckle, coyly tilting her head to the side slightly at Cubey's enthusiasm. "Very well, please sit down at the dinner table. I will get you everything you wish.", she said with a sweet tone.
Ozma and Cubey sat down at a lavish and long dinner table together. The brown, smooth wood had a nice smell to it. Bright candles overhead gave the entire room a pleasant, yellow glow. Ozma looked at Cubey, and smirked at his question. "Sometimes, huh....", he replied vaguely and calmly.
They proceed to have a delicious dinner together. A large tenderloin stick for dinner, some ice cream for dinner, and orange juice for dessert. Ozma ate like a proper gentleman, while That Woman watched over the two completely quietly, like a statue.
After dinner, Ozma directed Cubey to a room uptairs. As the door opened, and even though there was no light inside, an overall warm, pink color greeted them, standing out even in the dark. They could see an assortment, practically an army, of plushies decorating the bed and the floor. Posters of the Rainbow Rangers and the Sailor Sentries decorate the bright pink wall. Clearly, a girl's room.
Ozma glanced to the side and sighed. "You...you can stay in Deunan's room. For now. T..try not to make a mess."
Not able to stay inside for any longer, the red-haired youth turned around, and walked back into his own room, leaving Cubey to tuck in for the night.
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Clockwork nodded understandingly, and chuckled when Ciril refered to him as a 'unique being'. "Unique? Me? Naaah, I'm pretty boring compared to, say, the Captain, a cthulhu-like killer puppy, or a jolly blue giant.", Clockwork said in a self-deprecative way as he stepped back.
Clockwork sighed and looked on proudly at K2, folding his arms and nodding at the sight. He then turned around, and waved. "Well, I'll be off. There's some stuff I want to get looked at in the med bay. Ciau!"
Clockwork walked away with light, metallic footsteps, disappearing in the distance.
Ozma and Cubey sat down at a lavish and long dinner table together. The brown, smooth wood had a nice smell to it. Bright candles overhead gave the entire room a pleasant, yellow glow. Ozma looked at Cubey, and smirked at his question. "Sometimes, huh....", he replied vaguely and calmly.
They proceed to have a delicious dinner together. A large tenderloin stick for dinner, some ice cream for dinner, and orange juice for dessert. Ozma ate like a proper gentleman, while That Woman watched over the two completely quietly, like a statue.
After dinner, Ozma directed Cubey to a room uptairs. As the door opened, and even though there was no light inside, an overall warm, pink color greeted them, standing out even in the dark. They could see an assortment, practically an army, of plushies decorating the bed and the floor. Posters of the Rainbow Rangers and the Sailor Sentries decorate the bright pink wall. Clearly, a girl's room.
Ozma glanced to the side and sighed. "You...you can stay in Deunan's room. For now. T..try not to make a mess."
Not able to stay inside for any longer, the red-haired youth turned around, and walked back into his own room, leaving Cubey to tuck in for the night.
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Clockwork nodded understandingly, and chuckled when Ciril refered to him as a 'unique being'. "Unique? Me? Naaah, I'm pretty boring compared to, say, the Captain, a cthulhu-like killer puppy, or a jolly blue giant.", Clockwork said in a self-deprecative way as he stepped back.
Clockwork sighed and looked on proudly at K2, folding his arms and nodding at the sight. He then turned around, and waved. "Well, I'll be off. There's some stuff I want to get looked at in the med bay. Ciau!"
Clockwork walked away with light, metallic footsteps, disappearing in the distance.
"Yes ma'am!" Cubey exclaimed a she saluted at the android maid, before giggling as he skipped over to the dinning table, stopping rub his face against it as he murmured; "Oooooh smooth!" he then gape din awe at how luxurious the whole place looked, distracted enough by the opulent surroundings that he missed Ozma's comment, babbling aloud; "Wow, your like super posh or rich Ozma!", a she took a seat, seeming to be having some difficulty as he tried to clamber onto it, but merely gave up and used his gravity powers to jump up to it with ease.
As their meal arrived the odd beastman almost immediately exclaimed; "Wow this looks super yummy! Food for me, food for me, and my belly! Thank you robot maid lady!", thanking That Woman for the delicious food and drink front of him, before happily and messily chowing down on his steak, acting the complete opposite of Ozma's more refined and gentlemanly behavior, gnawing and gnashing at the steak he held on his fork, only cutting pieces smaller than the large chunks he had when he thought he literally was going bite off more than he could chew, slurping up his orange juice between mouthfuls of steak. Thankfully he didn't attempt to talk with his mouth full, as he was too hungry and too cheerful about getting such cuisine to think straight. Not that he did much of it anyways. He did feel a bit unnerved about That Woman watching him the whole time with her red eyes, but reasoned that people probably felt the same when he stared at them eating, pushing the thought to the back of his mind.
When he had finished the main course, Cubey practically squealed when he saw the ice cream, quickly wolfing it down, as if he was trying to make is disappear as quickly as when it arrived at the table, his joy of the sweet dessert heard audibly with each chomp he took on his spoon, though seeming to get a fair amount for on his face than in his mouth.
After the meals, and cleaning up his face, Cubey turned to both of the occupants of the house and graciously said; "Thank you both for giving me free food, it's super kind of you both, you really are nice people, especially since I got ice cream. It was yummy like the steak and juice! Think I might got brain-freeze though.", he finished rubbing his temples with a look of concern over his face. With headache in toll, he followed along after Ozma as he beckoned him to follow him, tottering upstairs behind the red haired human, until they reached a room that was just glowing with pink, inviting the pair inside, welcoming them almost. The mutated giraffe being could see there was tons and tons of plushies lounging around the room's floor and bed, and posters of his favorite show, Rainbow Rangers, along with another pretty cool TV program called Sailor Sentries adorning the walls, leaving Cubey so gasp in sheer excitement and joy, despite it being fairly girly for his own tastes.
Before he could loose control and just immediately play around with everything however, Ozma looked away for a moment, telling Cubey he could stay in the room as long as he didn't make a mess. He also said it was Deunan's.
The man-child's smile suddenly began withering away as Ozma left, to which even Cubey knew he couldn't remain in the room any longer, in fear of the sheer misery would take over. He stood by himself in the middle of the room for a few moments staring at all it's contents sadly for a while, before staring at the bed. He didn't really want to make a mess either. In fact, he seemed to have made the decision not to even move anything. The problem was there was quite a few plushies on the bed.
Cubey whimpered to himself as he lay down on the floor gently, before curling up and closing his eyes. He then sobbed silently, no noise coming out of his frowning agape mouth. He crying until until sleep finally came.
As their meal arrived the odd beastman almost immediately exclaimed; "Wow this looks super yummy! Food for me, food for me, and my belly! Thank you robot maid lady!", thanking That Woman for the delicious food and drink front of him, before happily and messily chowing down on his steak, acting the complete opposite of Ozma's more refined and gentlemanly behavior, gnawing and gnashing at the steak he held on his fork, only cutting pieces smaller than the large chunks he had when he thought he literally was going bite off more than he could chew, slurping up his orange juice between mouthfuls of steak. Thankfully he didn't attempt to talk with his mouth full, as he was too hungry and too cheerful about getting such cuisine to think straight. Not that he did much of it anyways. He did feel a bit unnerved about That Woman watching him the whole time with her red eyes, but reasoned that people probably felt the same when he stared at them eating, pushing the thought to the back of his mind.
When he had finished the main course, Cubey practically squealed when he saw the ice cream, quickly wolfing it down, as if he was trying to make is disappear as quickly as when it arrived at the table, his joy of the sweet dessert heard audibly with each chomp he took on his spoon, though seeming to get a fair amount for on his face than in his mouth.
After the meals, and cleaning up his face, Cubey turned to both of the occupants of the house and graciously said; "Thank you both for giving me free food, it's super kind of you both, you really are nice people, especially since I got ice cream. It was yummy like the steak and juice! Think I might got brain-freeze though.", he finished rubbing his temples with a look of concern over his face. With headache in toll, he followed along after Ozma as he beckoned him to follow him, tottering upstairs behind the red haired human, until they reached a room that was just glowing with pink, inviting the pair inside, welcoming them almost. The mutated giraffe being could see there was tons and tons of plushies lounging around the room's floor and bed, and posters of his favorite show, Rainbow Rangers, along with another pretty cool TV program called Sailor Sentries adorning the walls, leaving Cubey so gasp in sheer excitement and joy, despite it being fairly girly for his own tastes.
Before he could loose control and just immediately play around with everything however, Ozma looked away for a moment, telling Cubey he could stay in the room as long as he didn't make a mess. He also said it was Deunan's.
The man-child's smile suddenly began withering away as Ozma left, to which even Cubey knew he couldn't remain in the room any longer, in fear of the sheer misery would take over. He stood by himself in the middle of the room for a few moments staring at all it's contents sadly for a while, before staring at the bed. He didn't really want to make a mess either. In fact, he seemed to have made the decision not to even move anything. The problem was there was quite a few plushies on the bed.
Cubey whimpered to himself as he lay down on the floor gently, before curling up and closing his eyes. He then sobbed silently, no noise coming out of his frowning agape mouth. He crying until until sleep finally came.
The music play on and they were all having a good time, but it was getting rather late. When the music began to tone down, Riley walked off the dance floor, assume K2 followed her. She clearly didn't notice Clockwork had left for obvious reasons. "Pfew, haha tonight was very fun. I'll be honest, I didn't know what to expect hanging out with a bunch of guys I just met." Riley smiled, though the fatigue of the dancing was catching up to her. "Anyway, I better get back to my cabin onboard. I could be called in to work any moment tomorrow." She didn't want to walk, and she could have her last bit of fun with K2 for the night. "Have a goodnight!" With that, she suddenly dematerialized right before their eyes with a small flash. And she was gone.
She reappeared in front of a middle class cabin. It was nothing special. She rubbed her mechanical hand over the door. Braille. This was indeed her cabin. Turning the knob, she walks in and closes the door behind her. Luckily she had time arlier to know the layout so she makes it to the bedroom no problem. Riley flopped onto the bed, and fell asleep almost instantly.
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Byatis grinned as Megahertz got on his back. "Yes, yes I did! But, uh, I'm not carrying angry synthetic arm man. He can walk." With that Byatis began to crawl on all fours, carrying Megahertz effortlessly. He worked up the speed into a trot. "So why did you need a cat brain? Is it for super secret experiments?" Byatis asked happily, not expecting a truthful answer.
(Sorry my end there with Riley is abrupt. I just want to get this story moving along)
She reappeared in front of a middle class cabin. It was nothing special. She rubbed her mechanical hand over the door. Braille. This was indeed her cabin. Turning the knob, she walks in and closes the door behind her. Luckily she had time arlier to know the layout so she makes it to the bedroom no problem. Riley flopped onto the bed, and fell asleep almost instantly.
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Byatis grinned as Megahertz got on his back. "Yes, yes I did! But, uh, I'm not carrying angry synthetic arm man. He can walk." With that Byatis began to crawl on all fours, carrying Megahertz effortlessly. He worked up the speed into a trot. "So why did you need a cat brain? Is it for super secret experiments?" Byatis asked happily, not expecting a truthful answer.
(Sorry my end there with Riley is abrupt. I just want to get this story moving along)
Megahertz smirked a bit at Byatis' potshot to Gelon. She settled quite comfortably on his back, and paused a bit to think over the words to answer Byatis.
Glancing aside, Megahertz pulled her hair behind her ears, and whispered, "Nah, not an experiment...."
She looked to the ceiling, at the flickering artificial sky.
"A transaction."
---CHAPTER 2: END---
Glancing aside, Megahertz pulled her hair behind her ears, and whispered, "Nah, not an experiment...."
She looked to the ceiling, at the flickering artificial sky.
"A transaction."
---CHAPTER 2: END---
CHAPTER III: SHATTERED MIRROR
The night went down as the repairs of the Realta Nua immediately commenced. Drakov Industries' greater AIs, drones, and manual workers alike worked together to restore the anti-GEHENNA flagship. Under competent leadership and organization, the repairs went smoothly. When the next day came, 80% of the ship was already repaired - including the critically endangered main engine. Bodies were still strewn about, and many of the secondary collateral damages - including the artificial sky projectors and the many holes around the interior of the ship have yet to be taken care of, but given one or two more days, the Realta Nua would be good as new.
When 8 AM came, a loud marching could be heard everywhere in the Realta Nua. The hallway outside the lower class cabin, the neighborood outside the upper class cabin, the main areas; everywhere. Soldiers in dark blue armor and stark white uniform walk together, their double-barreled rifles on their shoulders, their featureless helmets gazing forward with blindingly bright blue visors. The Federation Spacetroopers, no doubt here because of yesterday's incident. Dagojouiise may be a neutral planet, but the Realta Nua was still a Federation ship, with Federation passengers. The dead kind.
Alongside the Human Spacetroopers were synthetic supersoldiers; using dark blue parts instead of a uniform, and insectoid seekers; dark blue and stark white stripes painted on their chitinous natural armor. They fly just below the flickering artificial sky, their eyes shining like searchlights as they scan the area for suspicious activity.
Boris watched out the window from the bridge, his hologram flickering once or twice. He was not very pleased at this sight. He would rather not have the Federation barging into his business. Even when it involved saving the galaxy. especially when it involved saving the galaxy. Nevertheless, as powerful as his company was, defying the Napishtim Federation itself would be suicide. He looked down at a Federation paperwork on his table which he still needed to fill out personally. He wondered momentarily if he should let them know it was his old 'friend' Graves who spearheaded the assault. Quickly though, he smiled and shook his head. He wasn't able to determine what Graves really wanted last time, and he wanted to test out Beatrice's competency, which was why he did not interfere with her rather spirited hounding. Perhaps, soon, it would be time for him to sit down and chat with his rival. Just like old times....
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Mosa woke up early in the morning, yawning as he opened the door to the main room of his and Ophelia's cabin. After giving her a brief peek, Mosa smiled and tip toed away, again, surprisingly sneaky for someone that build and weight. He went towards the kitchen, and checked his refrigerator. He let out a sigh of relief, before taking out a pair of eggs. Hitting them against one another, Mosa poured the contents onto a sizzling hot frying pan, which he began to shake with his right hand, while his left pushed the button on a nearby radio, turning it on and letting it play an upbeat, slow tempo country music. Mosa shook his hips,
nodded his head, and wiggled his butt to the song. He set it at a lower volume, so that it wouldn't annoy Ophelia if she wasn't up already.
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Clockwork did not return to the Megahertz safehouse last night. Throughout the night, his head had been tormented by voices. Many, mysterious, unintelligible voices. From their tone, he could tell they were scorning, shouting, and insulting him. But why, or who, he could not tell. Ever since that faceplant in the desert, he had been unstable. He limped through a dark alley, clutching his head and grunting from pain. He could not stand this. Why won't it stop, he wondered frustatedly. After a wrong step, Clockwork tripped on his own two feet, and fell on the side of his face, causing a loud thud in the
darkness. A crack formed on his yellow visor, as he fell unconcious.
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Megahertz had slept for only a few hours once she returned to her safehouse. Throughout midnight till dawn, she was preparing herself for a dark ritual. The windows around her were curtained. Taking a deep breath, Megahertz knelt and prayed in front of a bloodied pentagram. On each points of the pentagram were lit candles, and on the center, a golden bowl bearing a human heart, strands of jet black hair, and two halves of the Cazadore's brain. Looking at the hair in the bowl, Megahertz sighed. Her left hand reached out to stroke her now shortened hair - barely reaching her shoulders, her tentacles now lay in front of her chest, no longer coiled to her hair. She was not very happy, but sacrifices were necessary for power. And power was necessary, if she had any intention of surviving the trip to Megido. She could not rely on Sentinel forever.Closing her eyes once again, Megahertz began her chant:
"Father of Inferno, Mother of Moon.
Give me power, grant me boon.
To destroy my enemies, to blind them with light.
Make me a Witch of the Silent Night!"
A gust of wind blew at her back, strong enough that she was pushed slightly forward. Megahertz shivered from a sudden cold. All the lights around her - the candles, the fireplace, the lamps, were extinguished by an unseen force. Megahertz gasped, and her eyes shot open. Pentagrams flash on her deep blue pupils, and her body tremble as an enormous power entered her. A brief silence ensued. Very brief, as a wide smile soon appeared on her lips.
There are forces in this universe - ancient, dark forces - unrelated to GEHENNA, Megido, or the abominations from that world. Some call them gods. Others call them demons. It did not matter. Whoever they were, they have given Megahertz power, and that was all she cared about. She turned towards the golden bowl. The strands of her hair and the human heart had disappeared, all that remained was the two halves of the Cazadore's brains.
Perfect, she thought. Megahertz stood up and stroke her chin.
"Let's try this one." Megahertz stood straight, kept her legs together, and pointed forward with her right arm. bright blue runes began appearing on the surface of her skin. Her hands shook, and a blue orb resonating with power emerged on her finger tips.
A bright blue beam blasted out from the orb and towards the Cazadore's brain halves. The brains briefly floated in the air as dark energy surrounded them - and then plummeted towards the ground, disappearing into two whirlpools of darkness, one for each half.
Staring intently, Megahertz flicked her finger, and shouted another mantra.
"Hunter of man,
Destroyer of land.
Rise from your graves,
And become my slaves!"
The sound of rumbling thunder followed. And from each whirlpools, dark creatures emerge. Primordial, oozing darkness dripping from their bodies. From the first whirlpool, a tiger-striped hunter of man; cat-like, covered in spikes. A vicious grin decorating his face. From the second whirlpool, a pitch-black destroyer of land; dog-like with a raging snarl and sickle-like fangs. The two hell creatures rise from the darkness, and walk towards their new master. These two foul beasts were the size of wolves, and both bear glowing, pupilless red eyes. They look up at Megahertz, who looked back at them awkwardly.
"......W-whoa. I...wonder what I should call you guys...?", Megahertz slowly, hesitantly asked.
The two creatures did not respond, they just kept staring at her; the hunter with his grin, the destroyer with his snarl.
(Hey everyone, just to let you know, I tag alert everyone, even characters not in this post, to alert the authors. Chapter 3 has began. Go, post, fly.)
The night went down as the repairs of the Realta Nua immediately commenced. Drakov Industries' greater AIs, drones, and manual workers alike worked together to restore the anti-GEHENNA flagship. Under competent leadership and organization, the repairs went smoothly. When the next day came, 80% of the ship was already repaired - including the critically endangered main engine. Bodies were still strewn about, and many of the secondary collateral damages - including the artificial sky projectors and the many holes around the interior of the ship have yet to be taken care of, but given one or two more days, the Realta Nua would be good as new.
When 8 AM came, a loud marching could be heard everywhere in the Realta Nua. The hallway outside the lower class cabin, the neighborood outside the upper class cabin, the main areas; everywhere. Soldiers in dark blue armor and stark white uniform walk together, their double-barreled rifles on their shoulders, their featureless helmets gazing forward with blindingly bright blue visors. The Federation Spacetroopers, no doubt here because of yesterday's incident. Dagojouiise may be a neutral planet, but the Realta Nua was still a Federation ship, with Federation passengers. The dead kind.
Alongside the Human Spacetroopers were synthetic supersoldiers; using dark blue parts instead of a uniform, and insectoid seekers; dark blue and stark white stripes painted on their chitinous natural armor. They fly just below the flickering artificial sky, their eyes shining like searchlights as they scan the area for suspicious activity.
Boris watched out the window from the bridge, his hologram flickering once or twice. He was not very pleased at this sight. He would rather not have the Federation barging into his business. Even when it involved saving the galaxy. especially when it involved saving the galaxy. Nevertheless, as powerful as his company was, defying the Napishtim Federation itself would be suicide. He looked down at a Federation paperwork on his table which he still needed to fill out personally. He wondered momentarily if he should let them know it was his old 'friend' Graves who spearheaded the assault. Quickly though, he smiled and shook his head. He wasn't able to determine what Graves really wanted last time, and he wanted to test out Beatrice's competency, which was why he did not interfere with her rather spirited hounding. Perhaps, soon, it would be time for him to sit down and chat with his rival. Just like old times....
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Mosa woke up early in the morning, yawning as he opened the door to the main room of his and Ophelia's cabin. After giving her a brief peek, Mosa smiled and tip toed away, again, surprisingly sneaky for someone that build and weight. He went towards the kitchen, and checked his refrigerator. He let out a sigh of relief, before taking out a pair of eggs. Hitting them against one another, Mosa poured the contents onto a sizzling hot frying pan, which he began to shake with his right hand, while his left pushed the button on a nearby radio, turning it on and letting it play an upbeat, slow tempo country music. Mosa shook his hips,
nodded his head, and wiggled his butt to the song. He set it at a lower volume, so that it wouldn't annoy Ophelia if she wasn't up already.
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Clockwork did not return to the Megahertz safehouse last night. Throughout the night, his head had been tormented by voices. Many, mysterious, unintelligible voices. From their tone, he could tell they were scorning, shouting, and insulting him. But why, or who, he could not tell. Ever since that faceplant in the desert, he had been unstable. He limped through a dark alley, clutching his head and grunting from pain. He could not stand this. Why won't it stop, he wondered frustatedly. After a wrong step, Clockwork tripped on his own two feet, and fell on the side of his face, causing a loud thud in the
darkness. A crack formed on his yellow visor, as he fell unconcious.
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Megahertz had slept for only a few hours once she returned to her safehouse. Throughout midnight till dawn, she was preparing herself for a dark ritual. The windows around her were curtained. Taking a deep breath, Megahertz knelt and prayed in front of a bloodied pentagram. On each points of the pentagram were lit candles, and on the center, a golden bowl bearing a human heart, strands of jet black hair, and two halves of the Cazadore's brain. Looking at the hair in the bowl, Megahertz sighed. Her left hand reached out to stroke her now shortened hair - barely reaching her shoulders, her tentacles now lay in front of her chest, no longer coiled to her hair. She was not very happy, but sacrifices were necessary for power. And power was necessary, if she had any intention of surviving the trip to Megido. She could not rely on Sentinel forever.Closing her eyes once again, Megahertz began her chant:
"Father of Inferno, Mother of Moon.
Give me power, grant me boon.
To destroy my enemies, to blind them with light.
Make me a Witch of the Silent Night!"
A gust of wind blew at her back, strong enough that she was pushed slightly forward. Megahertz shivered from a sudden cold. All the lights around her - the candles, the fireplace, the lamps, were extinguished by an unseen force. Megahertz gasped, and her eyes shot open. Pentagrams flash on her deep blue pupils, and her body tremble as an enormous power entered her. A brief silence ensued. Very brief, as a wide smile soon appeared on her lips.
There are forces in this universe - ancient, dark forces - unrelated to GEHENNA, Megido, or the abominations from that world. Some call them gods. Others call them demons. It did not matter. Whoever they were, they have given Megahertz power, and that was all she cared about. She turned towards the golden bowl. The strands of her hair and the human heart had disappeared, all that remained was the two halves of the Cazadore's brains.
Perfect, she thought. Megahertz stood up and stroke her chin.
"Let's try this one." Megahertz stood straight, kept her legs together, and pointed forward with her right arm. bright blue runes began appearing on the surface of her skin. Her hands shook, and a blue orb resonating with power emerged on her finger tips.
A bright blue beam blasted out from the orb and towards the Cazadore's brain halves. The brains briefly floated in the air as dark energy surrounded them - and then plummeted towards the ground, disappearing into two whirlpools of darkness, one for each half.
Staring intently, Megahertz flicked her finger, and shouted another mantra.
"Hunter of man,
Destroyer of land.
Rise from your graves,
And become my slaves!"
The sound of rumbling thunder followed. And from each whirlpools, dark creatures emerge. Primordial, oozing darkness dripping from their bodies. From the first whirlpool, a tiger-striped hunter of man; cat-like, covered in spikes. A vicious grin decorating his face. From the second whirlpool, a pitch-black destroyer of land; dog-like with a raging snarl and sickle-like fangs. The two hell creatures rise from the darkness, and walk towards their new master. These two foul beasts were the size of wolves, and both bear glowing, pupilless red eyes. They look up at Megahertz, who looked back at them awkwardly.
"......W-whoa. I...wonder what I should call you guys...?", Megahertz slowly, hesitantly asked.
The two creatures did not respond, they just kept staring at her; the hunter with his grin, the destroyer with his snarl.
(Hey everyone, just to let you know, I tag alert everyone, even characters not in this post, to alert the authors. Chapter 3 has began. Go, post, fly.)
Gelon has taken shelter in one of the cargo rooms and is awoken by the marching "Federation, early as always" he mubbled and slowly got up and unplug the hand made power tap to take some energy from the ship to charge his arm and give his nano fabricator running.
After he unplugged the power tap he grabbed his arm and put it back on as it acted as an sentry for the night "I'm safe as long the Federation is on the ship Boris and his assistant can't make me vanish that way" he mumbled to himself whiles putting everything his equipment in his travel bag "though Vlad and Ridley could be a problem, okay lying there, Vlad will be a problem" gelon told himself as he left the cargo room through the vents as he head to the park
Once Gelon got to the vent that was in the park he punched it out and climbed out "now to find cubey, I hope the kid is okay or went with Ozma staying outside in a ship like this isn't safe" he said and light up a cigarette and grabbed a new pack of cigarettes from the still ruined kiosk "Beatrice is going to want my head for what I pulled and what I'm gonna do to make her life a hell"
After he unplugged the power tap he grabbed his arm and put it back on as it acted as an sentry for the night "I'm safe as long the Federation is on the ship Boris and his assistant can't make me vanish that way" he mumbled to himself whiles putting everything his equipment in his travel bag "though Vlad and Ridley could be a problem, okay lying there, Vlad will be a problem" gelon told himself as he left the cargo room through the vents as he head to the park
Once Gelon got to the vent that was in the park he punched it out and climbed out "now to find cubey, I hope the kid is okay or went with Ozma staying outside in a ship like this isn't safe" he said and light up a cigarette and grabbed a new pack of cigarettes from the still ruined kiosk "Beatrice is going to want my head for what I pulled and what I'm gonna do to make her life a hell"
Lekan awoke to the sound of marching boots. For a moment he couldn't help but wonder if it was more raiders, but the steady, regimented pace of the footfalls told him otherwise. The presence of the Federation military was reassuring, but had they been on the ship before the attack then the damage might not have been so severe.
However, there was little point in worrying about the immutable past. Getting up off his bed and drifting down from the top bunk to the door, he could have sworn he heard the sounds of construction work going on just outside his door. Disengaging the security locks, Lekan entered the main room of the cabin, making sure to keep clear of Quin's doorway. Since she welded the door shut, there was only one way that she was going to get back outside...
However, there was little point in worrying about the immutable past. Getting up off his bed and drifting down from the top bunk to the door, he could have sworn he heard the sounds of construction work going on just outside his door. Disengaging the security locks, Lekan entered the main room of the cabin, making sure to keep clear of Quin's doorway. Since she welded the door shut, there was only one way that she was going to get back outside...
As Lekan entered the main room of the cabin, he was suddenly stopped by...Quin's voice?
"Wait."
There was something strange with her voice. Did she have a flu? She sounded a bit muffled. Maybe it was just because of the door, but still...
"Lekan. Is that you?", she asked, in an oddly hesitant tone.
"Wait."
There was something strange with her voice. Did she have a flu? She sounded a bit muffled. Maybe it was just because of the door, but still...
"Lekan. Is that you?", she asked, in an oddly hesitant tone.
Her vision was blurry. She felt so sluggish. Ophelia slowly awoke, unmoving from her spot on the couch. It was..warm. Almost comforting. Ophelia didn't want to get up, it just felt so nice, not that she'd tell a soul anyway. 'How long was I out? Where am I?' were the only two questions she had on mind. The aroma from Mosa's cooking wafted into the main room and greeted her nose. Her eyes shifted to see Mosa humming along to a country tune on the radio. Now she remembers. This beastman was kind enough to take her in. And yet, she still couldn't bring herself to trust him completely. Last time she did, her heart was ripped out. Figuratively.
Ophelia slowly sat up from the couch, only now noticing the blanket. Odd, she didn't fall asleep with one on. She looked towards Mosa as she got up and trudged into the kitchen. The cabin was so ... home-y. Ophelia couldn't help but feel she didn't belong, or deserve this kind of treatment. It was still an odd feeling being in a comforting environment knowing that the man who funded the scientists who experimented on her was funding this flagship as well. It was a sour thought, so she didn't dwell on it too much. She stood at the door. "....morning." She spoke with a small voice.
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Byatis rolled on his back as he slept, enjoying the bed and whatever he was dreaming about. But, he was suddenly awoken by the sound of thunder? Odd. They were indoor on a huge ship. Annoyed, Byatis crawled off the bed and headed downstairs quietly. His camouflage slowly activating when he heard a weird chanted and several demonic noises. After he reached the base of the stairs, he turned into the living room to witness Megahertz's dark ritual, and three strange creatures in the pentagram in the centre of the room. Byatis undid his camouflage and started at Megahertz, perplexed. "Uuuhhhhhhhh, what the actual fuck are you doing? Are you summoning creatures from hell WITHOUT ME!? Megahertz you should be ashamed!"He said in a part accusing, part playful tone. Byatis, being a creature from the equally hellish Megido, didn't seems to find an issue with anything Megahertz was doing.
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BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. Click. Another hit on the alarm clock's snooze button. "Alriiiight I'm getting up." Riley moaned as she had to pull herself out of bed. She got herself some breakfast, cereal to be exact (which she missed the bowl only a little bit), and sat down at her table. Riley was just in her pyjamas as she brings up her left arm. "Check delivery schedule." She said with a mouth half full of cereal. "No new deliveries" The device on her arm chimed back. Riley smiled weakly. Looks like she's got the day off. "Wonder what I should do-" Just before she could finish, he could hear the rumble of marching along her street, along with the occasional army man barking orders. "Figures the Feds show up hours late. Whatever."
When she was finished, she got dressed and decided to go for a 'morning' walk. She thought a bit about last night, and the guys she hung out with. "Damn I didn't get their numbers...they seemed like fun! Aww oh well. We'll see what happens." She didn't realize it, but she was following the marching soldiers as she walked on the sidewalk. The sound of the marching was oddly mesmerizing. It's not like she had plans today anyway.
Ophelia slowly sat up from the couch, only now noticing the blanket. Odd, she didn't fall asleep with one on. She looked towards Mosa as she got up and trudged into the kitchen. The cabin was so ... home-y. Ophelia couldn't help but feel she didn't belong, or deserve this kind of treatment. It was still an odd feeling being in a comforting environment knowing that the man who funded the scientists who experimented on her was funding this flagship as well. It was a sour thought, so she didn't dwell on it too much. She stood at the door. "....morning." She spoke with a small voice.
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Byatis rolled on his back as he slept, enjoying the bed and whatever he was dreaming about. But, he was suddenly awoken by the sound of thunder? Odd. They were indoor on a huge ship. Annoyed, Byatis crawled off the bed and headed downstairs quietly. His camouflage slowly activating when he heard a weird chanted and several demonic noises. After he reached the base of the stairs, he turned into the living room to witness Megahertz's dark ritual, and three strange creatures in the pentagram in the centre of the room. Byatis undid his camouflage and started at Megahertz, perplexed. "Uuuhhhhhhhh, what the actual fuck are you doing? Are you summoning creatures from hell WITHOUT ME!? Megahertz you should be ashamed!"He said in a part accusing, part playful tone. Byatis, being a creature from the equally hellish Megido, didn't seems to find an issue with anything Megahertz was doing.
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BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. Click. Another hit on the alarm clock's snooze button. "Alriiiight I'm getting up." Riley moaned as she had to pull herself out of bed. She got herself some breakfast, cereal to be exact (which she missed the bowl only a little bit), and sat down at her table. Riley was just in her pyjamas as she brings up her left arm. "Check delivery schedule." She said with a mouth half full of cereal. "No new deliveries" The device on her arm chimed back. Riley smiled weakly. Looks like she's got the day off. "Wonder what I should do-" Just before she could finish, he could hear the rumble of marching along her street, along with the occasional army man barking orders. "Figures the Feds show up hours late. Whatever."
When she was finished, she got dressed and decided to go for a 'morning' walk. She thought a bit about last night, and the guys she hung out with. "Damn I didn't get their numbers...they seemed like fun! Aww oh well. We'll see what happens." She didn't realize it, but she was following the marching soldiers as she walked on the sidewalk. The sound of the marching was oddly mesmerizing. It's not like she had plans today anyway.
Keeton awoke feeling no pounding on his head, or the dreaded sensation of slowly dying. He remembered exactly where he had fallen asleep, and awoke in the same place. Recalling last nights events, he didnt even drink enough alcohol to get him drunk. This was quite a rare occurence. Riley, the pink haired girl she had teleported before he could get her number shoot. Well maybe the group would see her today. He quickly sprang out of bed, and got dressed. Everything but his old boots that he left at the doorway to the unit.
Keeton walks to the living room, seeing the demonic ritual that megahertz is conducting. He opens his mouth to say something, but ends up going to the coffee machine to make a cup of coffee. He takes a good sip of his 'cup o' joe' and looks back towards the demonic ritual. "Magic is dangerous, be careful and considerate about summoning otherworldly forces." This may be one of the only time Megahertz and Byatis hear Keeton being genuinely responsible. "By the way have you two seen the two robots?" He asks, while throwing on his old boots. After recieving his answer Keeton leaves the unit to see a federation army outside. The pirate quickly runs back inside. "So the federation army is here, and as you probably already guessed. They have a huge price on my head."
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Beatrice wakes with Vlad cuddling to her side. It was adorable. A loud knock is rapped on the Bridge door, as expected the federation had shown up last night with their goons because two Knights died aboard her ship the day before. Beatrice sighs, she quickly puts on her Darkov uniform. She opens the door to the main bridge "Welcome sir, I assume you have some questions. Let me introduce myself. I am Beatrice Shwartz, acting captain of the Realta Nua." She says preparing a cup of tea, and sitting the soldier down for a long and boring talk about the events of yesterday.
Keeton walks to the living room, seeing the demonic ritual that megahertz is conducting. He opens his mouth to say something, but ends up going to the coffee machine to make a cup of coffee. He takes a good sip of his 'cup o' joe' and looks back towards the demonic ritual. "Magic is dangerous, be careful and considerate about summoning otherworldly forces." This may be one of the only time Megahertz and Byatis hear Keeton being genuinely responsible. "By the way have you two seen the two robots?" He asks, while throwing on his old boots. After recieving his answer Keeton leaves the unit to see a federation army outside. The pirate quickly runs back inside. "So the federation army is here, and as you probably already guessed. They have a huge price on my head."
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Beatrice wakes with Vlad cuddling to her side. It was adorable. A loud knock is rapped on the Bridge door, as expected the federation had shown up last night with their goons because two Knights died aboard her ship the day before. Beatrice sighs, she quickly puts on her Darkov uniform. She opens the door to the main bridge "Welcome sir, I assume you have some questions. Let me introduce myself. I am Beatrice Shwartz, acting captain of the Realta Nua." She says preparing a cup of tea, and sitting the soldier down for a long and boring talk about the events of yesterday.
"Y-yes?" Lekan answered uncertainly. "Of course it's me. Who else would it be?" Quin's voice was very different from her usual deadpan tone, and her door was still shut.
"You can still get out, right?" he asked. "If you're stuck in there I could always fetch Mosa." He stayed to the side of the door, not wanting to call for assistance unless it was actually needed.
"You can still get out, right?" he asked. "If you're stuck in there I could always fetch Mosa." He stayed to the side of the door, not wanting to call for assistance unless it was actually needed.
Mosa turned his head (while continuing to wiggle his butt) to look at Ophelia as he heard her come to the door. He flashed his fanged grin and greeted her loudly, "Ah! Morning, morning! Food's almost ready!" He whimsically lifted the frying pan, poured its contents onto a plate, and placed the pan on an unheated stove top.
Mosa had cooked two sunny side up eggs to utter perfection. The golden yellow center were the size of ping pong balls, strong, squishy, and yummy. The white of the eggs were clean and white, with a glossiness to their surface. Under the warm lighting of the cabin's orange lamps, one could stare all day...
A pleasant ding was heard as, near the stove, four large toasts popped out, brown and crispy. Mosa pulled out those toasts, and placed them on another large plate, aligning them so that they would look like a deck of cards. Mosa then opened his freezer to take out a plastic wrap filled with bacons. Glancing at Ophelia, Mosa asked, as he prepared to turned the heat of the stove up again. "So! How was sleep?"
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Megahertz almost jumped when she saw Byatis coming practically out of nowhere besides her. Thankfully, she was a bit more savvy after a whole day full of jumpscares yesterday. She looked at him with wide eyes when he began to spoke...but soon enough, subtly sighed with relief when he finished his sentence. She decided to reply to his jest with her own playful grin, and said, with her hands on her hips, in a bombastic tone, "WELL, I was hoping to surprise you! Preferrably in the middle of a heated and desperate battle! Out of nowhere, the helpless damsel-in-distress suddenly whipped out her awesome magical powers and saved the day! MWAHAHHAHAHAHHA!", Megahertz cackled with stretched-out arms, causing the hellhound and the deathcat to stare at her, with the hellhound tilting his head.
The deathcat then turned to see Keeton, as he heard the pouring sound of the coffee machine. Megahertz glanced at K2, silenced by his surprisingly calm tone. So much so, that, she could only stare at him a few seconds after he asked his question. "Uh....well...now that you mention it...both of the robots aren't back yet, are they....", she wondered out loud with genuine concern.
The hellhound barked at nobody in particular, then began to chase his tail in a circle.
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Vlad decided to sleep in, even as Beatrice woke up and got dressed. She only gave a quick, lazy peek towards her superior, and once she left, the beast woman buried her face in the pillow, eager to continue sleeping on such a soft bed.
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Quin immediately replied at Lekan's suggestion; "No. It will be fine. I...I need to tell you something." Something must be wrong. There was hesitance in her usually sure voice, for sure.
She stayed quiet for a while. Perhaps too long for 'a while'. But like every other time, Quin slowly began to speak.
"You gave me a strange look when I mentioned marrying GEHENNA."
A brief pause.
"Your tentacles caress me in the most gentle manner."
A pause.
"Your eyes shine like a puppy dog everytime they were directed towards mine."
A longer pause.
"....And...you wondered how I look in a bikini."
A very long pause.
"I don't want to keep any secrets from you. Do you really want to find out?", asked Quin in a respectful manner. She seemed almost eager to show him her body.
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At Ozma's house, Ozma was already awake, sitting on the dinner table with his hands on his cheeks, and bags under his eyes. Guilt and shame troubled him during the day, and nightmares plagued him through the day. On the kitchen nearby, That Woman was doing her duty, brewing tea. The fresh smell traveled through the air well.
Ozma glanced to the stairs which lead to the upper bedroom. He wondered if Cubey slept any better than him....
Mosa had cooked two sunny side up eggs to utter perfection. The golden yellow center were the size of ping pong balls, strong, squishy, and yummy. The white of the eggs were clean and white, with a glossiness to their surface. Under the warm lighting of the cabin's orange lamps, one could stare all day...
A pleasant ding was heard as, near the stove, four large toasts popped out, brown and crispy. Mosa pulled out those toasts, and placed them on another large plate, aligning them so that they would look like a deck of cards. Mosa then opened his freezer to take out a plastic wrap filled with bacons. Glancing at Ophelia, Mosa asked, as he prepared to turned the heat of the stove up again. "So! How was sleep?"
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Megahertz almost jumped when she saw Byatis coming practically out of nowhere besides her. Thankfully, she was a bit more savvy after a whole day full of jumpscares yesterday. She looked at him with wide eyes when he began to spoke...but soon enough, subtly sighed with relief when he finished his sentence. She decided to reply to his jest with her own playful grin, and said, with her hands on her hips, in a bombastic tone, "WELL, I was hoping to surprise you! Preferrably in the middle of a heated and desperate battle! Out of nowhere, the helpless damsel-in-distress suddenly whipped out her awesome magical powers and saved the day! MWAHAHHAHAHAHHA!", Megahertz cackled with stretched-out arms, causing the hellhound and the deathcat to stare at her, with the hellhound tilting his head.
The deathcat then turned to see Keeton, as he heard the pouring sound of the coffee machine. Megahertz glanced at K2, silenced by his surprisingly calm tone. So much so, that, she could only stare at him a few seconds after he asked his question. "Uh....well...now that you mention it...both of the robots aren't back yet, are they....", she wondered out loud with genuine concern.
The hellhound barked at nobody in particular, then began to chase his tail in a circle.
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Vlad decided to sleep in, even as Beatrice woke up and got dressed. She only gave a quick, lazy peek towards her superior, and once she left, the beast woman buried her face in the pillow, eager to continue sleeping on such a soft bed.
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Quin immediately replied at Lekan's suggestion; "No. It will be fine. I...I need to tell you something." Something must be wrong. There was hesitance in her usually sure voice, for sure.
She stayed quiet for a while. Perhaps too long for 'a while'. But like every other time, Quin slowly began to speak.
"You gave me a strange look when I mentioned marrying GEHENNA."
A brief pause.
"Your tentacles caress me in the most gentle manner."
A pause.
"Your eyes shine like a puppy dog everytime they were directed towards mine."
A longer pause.
"....And...you wondered how I look in a bikini."
A very long pause.
"I don't want to keep any secrets from you. Do you really want to find out?", asked Quin in a respectful manner. She seemed almost eager to show him her body.
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At Ozma's house, Ozma was already awake, sitting on the dinner table with his hands on his cheeks, and bags under his eyes. Guilt and shame troubled him during the day, and nightmares plagued him through the day. On the kitchen nearby, That Woman was doing her duty, brewing tea. The fresh smell traveled through the air well.
Ozma glanced to the stairs which lead to the upper bedroom. He wondered if Cubey slept any better than him....
Gelon had left the park and was walking along the sidewalk deep in his thoughts when he suddenly bumped into someone snapping Gelon back to reality and let him fall back 'maybe not so smart to think and walk at the same time' he thought and sit up and look at the person he bumped into, it was the illeryian Ridley was with last night "he are you alright didn't mean to bump into you" he said and watch her 'mmmm blind, no walking stick she must have a radar implant must be defective if she can't detect me' Gelon thought and got up and grab Riley's hand and pull back on her feet "can i ask you a bit of an personal question, no offense though, but is your radar implant working properly?"
Ophelia looked up at Mosa as he cooked without even batting an eye. His size didn't hinder his skill one bit. The smell of the food was making her more hungry. She still however managed to keep her cold stare. "It was..." She paused to look for the right word. "Comfortable." She finally said, sitting down at the table in the kitchen. She had to hunch so her back spines didn't stab the back of the chair. All this time she told herself that once she scape she wouldn't allow herself to take handouts, or let anyone help her, even if it was out of pity. She never knew the galaxy still had kind souls.
"So. What are you making?" Ophelia would naturally be inept at small talk.
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The echo of Megahertz's fak cackling reverberated throughout the house. Byatis broke his smile into a confused look, staring at Megahertz's rather weird explanation. Suddenly he let out a bit of a cackle, his smile returning. "Ahah! Sure, whatever, Mega!" Byatis looked over to K2 before he left. Byatis completely forgot about the other two synthetics. They were synthetics so naturally he didn't care too much. He focused his attention to the death cat and the hellhound. "So what, is this your new entourage? Are we not good enough?" He said, teasing her once more.
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One moment Riley was walking, the next she was on the floor. Someone ELSE having bumping into her. She hoped this wouldn't be a habit. Before she could even protest, she was grabbed by the arm and pulled back up. She took a step back defensively and folded her arms. "I'm not at liberty to answer any personal questions, but yes it works perfectly fine. I was just walking. You must've been moving pretty fast if you knocked me off my feet." She said rather sternly. It was the early morning, and understandably, Riley was not a morning person. She instinctively put on her blue-lensed goggles when she released that if immediately knew she had an implant, she knew what he was insinuating. "It's fine. Don't worry about it..." She continued to walk in the direction she was going.
"So. What are you making?" Ophelia would naturally be inept at small talk.
--
The echo of Megahertz's fak cackling reverberated throughout the house. Byatis broke his smile into a confused look, staring at Megahertz's rather weird explanation. Suddenly he let out a bit of a cackle, his smile returning. "Ahah! Sure, whatever, Mega!" Byatis looked over to K2 before he left. Byatis completely forgot about the other two synthetics. They were synthetics so naturally he didn't care too much. He focused his attention to the death cat and the hellhound. "So what, is this your new entourage? Are we not good enough?" He said, teasing her once more.
--
One moment Riley was walking, the next she was on the floor. Someone ELSE having bumping into her. She hoped this wouldn't be a habit. Before she could even protest, she was grabbed by the arm and pulled back up. She took a step back defensively and folded her arms. "I'm not at liberty to answer any personal questions, but yes it works perfectly fine. I was just walking. You must've been moving pretty fast if you knocked me off my feet." She said rather sternly. It was the early morning, and understandably, Riley was not a morning person. She instinctively put on her blue-lensed goggles when she released that if immediately knew she had an implant, she knew what he was insinuating. "It's fine. Don't worry about it..." She continued to walk in the direction she was going.
"okay and sorry for walking into you" Gelon said and sigh "well another illeryian who is mad at me great" he said and throw the bud of his cigarette in the trashcan "well the knight's house shouldn't be too hard to find" Gelon said and went to the upper class apartments searching for the knight's house
With Clockwork and Riley's departure, Ciril too took his leave, saying good night to K2 and that he would meet up with him later, and returned to his own modest quarters.
However, he did not go to sleep. Instead, he lay stretched on his still made bed, scrolling and tapping at his datapad. Sunglasses removed, the Snek's glossy black eyes showed the reflections of the illuminating screen. Clockwork.... he searched databases and protector's alliance files for information on him. There was some data, but nothing cohesive. He had never seen a model of synthetic exactly like him so he suspected modification. The hours of the night passed as he continued his search, only soft whirring of his mechanical limb motors making sound. It was perhaps slightly embarassing why he had those in the first place... no, no freak accident, no trauma... it was for the reason that a Snek's natural arms are incredibly small, and vestigial. While their own societies are designed to accomodate thier unusual proportions, intergalactic life would prove much more difficult. Even opening a door would be tricky with their natural arms. And so, when Ciril was chosen for intelligence field work, he was fitted at a young age with prosthetics. They were very natural to him by now, having lived with them most of his life.
An upward crease appeared in the skin above his eyes, where eyebrows would normally be... a reaction of... surprise and sympathy. He had found his answer...now he wasn't sure whether he could bring himself to tell the purple synthetic.
To take his mind off this dilemma, he checked his messages. Incoming Federation forces to the ship. Expected. There was also a reply from his overseers about his last report. Ciril's head coil tightened with anxiety... this was not good. He did not like what he was reading.
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With little... ok...no... sleep, Ciril left his quarters and set out into the ship once again. He was well trained, and would be able to hide his troubles if he wanted, and with some energizing breakfast, no worse for wear. Soon, he had returned to the cafe from the previous day, a cup of some alien exotic drink, golden orange in color with cream swirls, steaming and wrapped securely in his head coil, sipping now and then and watching Federation reinforcements march by with his usual stoic but slightly friendly expression.
However, he did not go to sleep. Instead, he lay stretched on his still made bed, scrolling and tapping at his datapad. Sunglasses removed, the Snek's glossy black eyes showed the reflections of the illuminating screen. Clockwork.... he searched databases and protector's alliance files for information on him. There was some data, but nothing cohesive. He had never seen a model of synthetic exactly like him so he suspected modification. The hours of the night passed as he continued his search, only soft whirring of his mechanical limb motors making sound. It was perhaps slightly embarassing why he had those in the first place... no, no freak accident, no trauma... it was for the reason that a Snek's natural arms are incredibly small, and vestigial. While their own societies are designed to accomodate thier unusual proportions, intergalactic life would prove much more difficult. Even opening a door would be tricky with their natural arms. And so, when Ciril was chosen for intelligence field work, he was fitted at a young age with prosthetics. They were very natural to him by now, having lived with them most of his life.
An upward crease appeared in the skin above his eyes, where eyebrows would normally be... a reaction of... surprise and sympathy. He had found his answer...now he wasn't sure whether he could bring himself to tell the purple synthetic.
To take his mind off this dilemma, he checked his messages. Incoming Federation forces to the ship. Expected. There was also a reply from his overseers about his last report. Ciril's head coil tightened with anxiety... this was not good. He did not like what he was reading.
---
With little... ok...no... sleep, Ciril left his quarters and set out into the ship once again. He was well trained, and would be able to hide his troubles if he wanted, and with some energizing breakfast, no worse for wear. Soon, he had returned to the cafe from the previous day, a cup of some alien exotic drink, golden orange in color with cream swirls, steaming and wrapped securely in his head coil, sipping now and then and watching Federation reinforcements march by with his usual stoic but slightly friendly expression.
As morning came, Cubey struggled to open his eyes as his lids judder apart, his vision straining with the darkness of the room. Giving a groan of exhaustion and lack of motivation, he continued to lie on the floor, unwilling to move. With a great grunt of effort, and a miserable, tired look upon his face, he unsteadily rolled onto his front and propped himself up, peering round Deunan's room a few times miserably, though gave a sigh or relief when he realized nothing had been moved, just as how he expected Ozma to want it be. As he sat up he pondered his next action for a short while yawning from how little rest he actually got from his night of crying himself to sleep. He decided along with his grumbling stomach his best course of action at the moment was to get breakfast.
After clumsily clambering back to his feet and shuffling his way out of the room, rubbing his sleepy eyes, as he stumbled down the hall. He eventually made his way to the stairs, carefully stepping down each one slowly, as if quick step would send him hurtling down them. He meekly surveyed his surroundings after the long painstaking process of making it downstairs had been accomplished, managing to glimpse Ozma and That Woman in the kitchen.
He hastily made his way over to them, announcing loudly; "Morning you too! Did you sleep good? I didn't. But the room's very tidy so that's very good. Ummmm Ozma, thank you very very very very much for letting me sleep there."
Cubey then quietened down for a moment staring at the floor awkwardly. After a few moments of silence he turned to that woman and asked softly; "Ummmm whats for breakfast? It's okay if you don't want to make any." as his stomach grumbled.
He then used his gravitational powers clumsily and shakily accidentally slamming himself against the table where he suddenly began to start snoring, intending to put himself in a chair instead of face first into a plate.
After clumsily clambering back to his feet and shuffling his way out of the room, rubbing his sleepy eyes, as he stumbled down the hall. He eventually made his way to the stairs, carefully stepping down each one slowly, as if quick step would send him hurtling down them. He meekly surveyed his surroundings after the long painstaking process of making it downstairs had been accomplished, managing to glimpse Ozma and That Woman in the kitchen.
He hastily made his way over to them, announcing loudly; "Morning you too! Did you sleep good? I didn't. But the room's very tidy so that's very good. Ummmm Ozma, thank you very very very very much for letting me sleep there."
Cubey then quietened down for a moment staring at the floor awkwardly. After a few moments of silence he turned to that woman and asked softly; "Ummmm whats for breakfast? It's okay if you don't want to make any." as his stomach grumbled.
He then used his gravitational powers clumsily and shakily accidentally slamming himself against the table where he suddenly began to start snoring, intending to put himself in a chair instead of face first into a plate.
Lekan was both curious and concerned about Quin's odd behaviour. She still spoke in single sentences with a pause between each one, but this time there was obvious hesitation in between, as if she was trying to force the words out. When the Genesior mentioned GEHENNA, Lekan was just about to speak when Quin started on her next sentence. Caressing her with his tentacles? Was she referring to the times he clung onto her for dear life in wide-eyed terror?
Regardless, Lekan did look up to Quin and enjoy her company, he couldn't deny that. And he had wondered what she would have looked like in a bikini. He couldn't deny that either, as awkward as it felt to hear her say it out loud. At least they had some privacy, away from eavesdroppers and the like. When she asked him if he truly wanted to know her secrets, the question made him stop and think about it for a while. What did she mean by that? Her motive for marrying GEHENNA, or what she looked like without all that chitin? Come to think of it, just how much of said chitin was removable armour, and what was even underneath it? The faint smell of frying bacon from Mosa's cabin was beginning to drive him to distraction.
"If you're comfortable with it, then I wouldn't mind finding out," Lekan finally answered. "You don't have to tell me everything at once, just the bits that you think are important first."
Regardless, Lekan did look up to Quin and enjoy her company, he couldn't deny that. And he had wondered what she would have looked like in a bikini. He couldn't deny that either, as awkward as it felt to hear her say it out loud. At least they had some privacy, away from eavesdroppers and the like. When she asked him if he truly wanted to know her secrets, the question made him stop and think about it for a while. What did she mean by that? Her motive for marrying GEHENNA, or what she looked like without all that chitin? Come to think of it, just how much of said chitin was removable armour, and what was even underneath it? The faint smell of frying bacon from Mosa's cabin was beginning to drive him to distraction.
"If you're comfortable with it, then I wouldn't mind finding out," Lekan finally answered. "You don't have to tell me everything at once, just the bits that you think are important first."
Mosa nodded satisfiedly at Ophelia's short, to-the-point comment. "Comfortable is good! Mosa remembered the beds from time when Mosa was Militaire member. Even the commander beds were awful.", Mosa said, shooking his head as he remembered. The Beastman Empire's dedication to strength and honor could be over the top at times, not even willing to give their soldiers proper beds to prevent them from 'going soft'.
Mosa tossed the bacon into the frying pan. The hissing noise from the impact of the meat and the cooking oil was music to his ears. "Regular breakfast menu! Toast, sunny-side-up, and bacons.", Mosa replied to Ophelia's question, as he waited for the meat to cook. He then turned to her, with a wide grin on his huge face, and asked, rhetorically, "You ever had bacon? You want bacon, yes? Yes, of course you do. Bacon is best. Best is bacon."
After all the cooking was done, Mosa sat down with Ophelia for breakfast. Toast, sunny side up eggs, and bacons....a very western breakfast. While chewing on his toast, Mosa whipped out a newspaper, seemingly out of nowhere, and read it while munching.
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Megahertz turned towards her two new thralls as Byatis asked his question. She folded her arms and scoffed, "HAH! Well, you guys kept running away. A girl's gotta have company, right?", she seemed quite proud of these two, looking at Byatis with a smirk. "Adorable, aren't they? You better keep up, or you'll be out-cuted~", she teased back.
The Deathcat sat on his hind legs and looked around, while the Hellhound continued chasing his tail in circles.
Megahertz, still looking at Byatis, hesitantly asked, "Hey, uh..Byatis. What are you going to do once we reach Nekrim....?", looking a bit concerned. "You don't exactly look....uhh..beachy, you know."
----
Gelon found the Knights' Home easily enough, it was one of the many upper class houses in the upper class residential district, looking just like his team's house.
Inside,
Ozma looked up at Cubey as he announced his arrival quite loudly. He winced a little, thanks to a stunning headache caused by a lack of sleep. Cubey's charm won him over easily though, as he gave the tiniest of smile at his thanks. "No...it..wasn't a problem at all.", he replied, weakly and softly.
That Woman's head turned to Cubey, although the rest of her body was still washing the dishes, which made for a rather strange, uncanny movement, as if she was a doll doing stop motion. She widened her eyes at Cubey's question, and replied in her polite, synthetic voice, "A-Ah, but of course I don't mind. I am here to-"
She was interrupted mid-sentence when Cubey fell loudly on the table. Ozma jolted up in surprise, while That Woman blinked twice with wide eyes. Ozma stood up, and walked slowly towards him. "I'll get him...", he said, weakly, as he gently grabbed Cubey by his shoulders, and sat him down on a chair just behind him.
That Woman nodded. "I will get the breakfast.", and bowed, before opening the fridge to grab a carton of milk and a box of cereals.
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A moment of silence.
"Very well.", a calm reply.
Lekan could hear a faint buzzing.
"Please stand clear."
A second later, the welded door was blasted apart in a single hit, the chunks flying past Lekan and hitting the wall on the other side. The smoke was heavy and thick, but Lekan could see a silhouette in the midst of it. Tall, graceful, wide-shouldered....
.....And....very different.
In front of Lekan...was it really Quin? She looked very much like Quin. She had the same beautiful face, the same perfectly sculpted, perfectly symmetrical features.
The question, however, was if the one in front of him was a she at all.
Tall, graceful, wide-shouldered. Annoyingly handsome, Disturbingly beautiful, definitely male. His green, slender, and gorgeous body stood proud and calm. Even though slender, his body was well-built, with muscles to show for his time in the military. His hands were soft and his fingers long, like a pianist.
Looking at Lekan eye to eye, Quin let the moment sink in. He was only wearing a bright red speedo, exposing his soft and pale thighs, which connect to an insectoid pair of legs, identical to the ones in 'his' female, armored form, with some sort of chitinous kneepad as transition between the flesh of the thigh and the shell of the calves and feet. 'He' seemed considerably taller than before, with wider shoulders as well.
Finally, he spoke up.
"I was born a man."
A pause.
"I have the ability to turn into a woman for breeding purposes."
Another pause.
"I thought I should let you know before x-rated events happen between us."
All the explanations were delivered in complete deadpan and seriousness.
Mosa tossed the bacon into the frying pan. The hissing noise from the impact of the meat and the cooking oil was music to his ears. "Regular breakfast menu! Toast, sunny-side-up, and bacons.", Mosa replied to Ophelia's question, as he waited for the meat to cook. He then turned to her, with a wide grin on his huge face, and asked, rhetorically, "You ever had bacon? You want bacon, yes? Yes, of course you do. Bacon is best. Best is bacon."
After all the cooking was done, Mosa sat down with Ophelia for breakfast. Toast, sunny side up eggs, and bacons....a very western breakfast. While chewing on his toast, Mosa whipped out a newspaper, seemingly out of nowhere, and read it while munching.
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Megahertz turned towards her two new thralls as Byatis asked his question. She folded her arms and scoffed, "HAH! Well, you guys kept running away. A girl's gotta have company, right?", she seemed quite proud of these two, looking at Byatis with a smirk. "Adorable, aren't they? You better keep up, or you'll be out-cuted~", she teased back.
The Deathcat sat on his hind legs and looked around, while the Hellhound continued chasing his tail in circles.
Megahertz, still looking at Byatis, hesitantly asked, "Hey, uh..Byatis. What are you going to do once we reach Nekrim....?", looking a bit concerned. "You don't exactly look....uhh..beachy, you know."
----
Gelon found the Knights' Home easily enough, it was one of the many upper class houses in the upper class residential district, looking just like his team's house.
Inside,
Ozma looked up at Cubey as he announced his arrival quite loudly. He winced a little, thanks to a stunning headache caused by a lack of sleep. Cubey's charm won him over easily though, as he gave the tiniest of smile at his thanks. "No...it..wasn't a problem at all.", he replied, weakly and softly.
That Woman's head turned to Cubey, although the rest of her body was still washing the dishes, which made for a rather strange, uncanny movement, as if she was a doll doing stop motion. She widened her eyes at Cubey's question, and replied in her polite, synthetic voice, "A-Ah, but of course I don't mind. I am here to-"
She was interrupted mid-sentence when Cubey fell loudly on the table. Ozma jolted up in surprise, while That Woman blinked twice with wide eyes. Ozma stood up, and walked slowly towards him. "I'll get him...", he said, weakly, as he gently grabbed Cubey by his shoulders, and sat him down on a chair just behind him.
That Woman nodded. "I will get the breakfast.", and bowed, before opening the fridge to grab a carton of milk and a box of cereals.
----
A moment of silence.
"Very well.", a calm reply.
Lekan could hear a faint buzzing.
"Please stand clear."
A second later, the welded door was blasted apart in a single hit, the chunks flying past Lekan and hitting the wall on the other side. The smoke was heavy and thick, but Lekan could see a silhouette in the midst of it. Tall, graceful, wide-shouldered....
.....And....very different.
In front of Lekan...was it really Quin? She looked very much like Quin. She had the same beautiful face, the same perfectly sculpted, perfectly symmetrical features.
The question, however, was if the one in front of him was a she at all.
Tall, graceful, wide-shouldered. Annoyingly handsome, Disturbingly beautiful, definitely male. His green, slender, and gorgeous body stood proud and calm. Even though slender, his body was well-built, with muscles to show for his time in the military. His hands were soft and his fingers long, like a pianist.
Looking at Lekan eye to eye, Quin let the moment sink in. He was only wearing a bright red speedo, exposing his soft and pale thighs, which connect to an insectoid pair of legs, identical to the ones in 'his' female, armored form, with some sort of chitinous kneepad as transition between the flesh of the thigh and the shell of the calves and feet. 'He' seemed considerably taller than before, with wider shoulders as well.
Finally, he spoke up.
"I was born a man."
A pause.
"I have the ability to turn into a woman for breeding purposes."
Another pause.
"I thought I should let you know before x-rated events happen between us."
All the explanations were delivered in complete deadpan and seriousness.
Gelon walks over to the door of the knight's residence and ring the bell 'i hope that Cubey could do what I asked him too do and that is to keep Ozma alive' gelon thought and waited until the door was opened, if Cubey wasn't here and ozma had joined his family then gelon had a whole ship the search through for the young beastman
Keeton waited inside peering out the window till most of the guards had passed. He then began to slowly crawl out of the unit, and back on the street. Keeton tried his communicator to no avail, apparently it had been busted the day before. With that he started wandering aimlessly through the ship, making his way to what he presumed to be the 'VIP' section. Outside of one of the biggest units, he saw a man with a mechanical arm trying to enter the house. Maybe this man knew a lot about tech, and could help him fix the Jolly Roger, it was worth a shot.
"Oi! You there!" Keeton tries to get the attention of Gelon. The ruffian starts to jog to Gelon's current position yelling at him as he runs. "Hey, you look like you know a lot about weaponry. Maybe we can help each other?" Keeton says finally catching up to the one armed man.
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Beatrice kept a calm, collective, and cheerful tone through the entire interview. However in the inside, she was thinking of possible ways to kill the man for wasting her time. "Yes of course, our next destination is Nekrim, the beach planet. I will make sure that we do not have another incident on our hands, like yesterday." With that the commanding officer of the federation was escorted back to the elevator, and finally left Beatrice alone in the bridge. Fuck, she had to make an announcement. There was a reason that Beatrice worked in the dark for so many years, handling the more shady parts of Darkov Industries.
"Good Morning passengers," Beatrice says trying to sound as enthusiastic as possible. "We are only a few hours away from Nekrim. so get those bathing suits on, and lets have some fun!" Beatrice signs off, and walks back to her room. There she sees a still sleeping Vlad. Beatrice takes off her Darkov uniform, and equips an armored recon suit. "Rise and shine kitty cat," She says softly to Vlad sprawled on top of the bed. "We have work to do." Beatrice places a mask on her head matching the recon suit, It completely covers her ears and tail, making her look anonymous. The suit also masks her gauntlet's constant glow. As she slips them under her sleeves, and on to her wrist.
(OOC note: Since the announcement isn't super important I'm not going to tag everyone)
"Oi! You there!" Keeton tries to get the attention of Gelon. The ruffian starts to jog to Gelon's current position yelling at him as he runs. "Hey, you look like you know a lot about weaponry. Maybe we can help each other?" Keeton says finally catching up to the one armed man.
----
Beatrice kept a calm, collective, and cheerful tone through the entire interview. However in the inside, she was thinking of possible ways to kill the man for wasting her time. "Yes of course, our next destination is Nekrim, the beach planet. I will make sure that we do not have another incident on our hands, like yesterday." With that the commanding officer of the federation was escorted back to the elevator, and finally left Beatrice alone in the bridge. Fuck, she had to make an announcement. There was a reason that Beatrice worked in the dark for so many years, handling the more shady parts of Darkov Industries.
"Good Morning passengers," Beatrice says trying to sound as enthusiastic as possible. "We are only a few hours away from Nekrim. so get those bathing suits on, and lets have some fun!" Beatrice signs off, and walks back to her room. There she sees a still sleeping Vlad. Beatrice takes off her Darkov uniform, and equips an armored recon suit. "Rise and shine kitty cat," She says softly to Vlad sprawled on top of the bed. "We have work to do." Beatrice places a mask on her head matching the recon suit, It completely covers her ears and tail, making her look anonymous. The suit also masks her gauntlet's constant glow. As she slips them under her sleeves, and on to her wrist.
(OOC note: Since the announcement isn't super important I'm not going to tag everyone)
When Quin told Lekan to stand clear he made sure to get out of the way. Oddly enough, the Ondari didn't seem all that surprised at the door being blown clear from its fittings and thrown into the opposite wall from the force of the blast. It was going to be a nightmare to fix, that's for sure, but he couldn't have imagined it happening any other way. As the smoke and dust cleared, however, the figure standing before him was another thing entirely. The face was the same, and so was the voice, but everything else certainly wasn't. While this physique appeared to be quite soft, it was undeniably male. This jarring revelation sent Lekan into a state of shock, his eyes focused on Quin's face as she or he or it explained themselves. It took several minutes before Lekan could form coherent words again.
"...I don't... I'm sorry, I thought that..." He gave a sigh and started from the top. "Thanks. For telling me before I went and did something really stupid, I mean." There was a long pause as the two of them just stood there. Lekan had finally found his tongue, but many of his tentacles were still squirming and coiling round themselves out of nervousness. He looked at Quin, unsure of whether or not their plan of going to the beach remained unchanged.
"...I don't... I'm sorry, I thought that..." He gave a sigh and started from the top. "Thanks. For telling me before I went and did something really stupid, I mean." There was a long pause as the two of them just stood there. Lekan had finally found his tongue, but many of his tentacles were still squirming and coiling round themselves out of nervousness. He looked at Quin, unsure of whether or not their plan of going to the beach remained unchanged.
Gelon looked at Keeton and smile "well I be, Keeton the pirate, you do know I'm a mercenary right? Ah wait don't worry Darkov as stabbed the wrong mercenary in the back the name I gelon by the way, gelon deskovitch" he said then takes the gun and checks it "just what I thought busted calibration unit and energy injector, it can work without them but I wouldn't recommend it, good thing for you I like to make boris life harder" gelon said and open the gun and take both parts out and replace them with brand new ones "this should *fires at a speaker* do the *fires at another one* trick" gelon said and hand the gun back expecting to have Ozma or some guard of the house to be at the door in seconds now "no need to pay me"
Time passed, and none of the 'usual suspects' showed up to join Ciril for breakfast. Surprising, as he knew K2 wasn't even really intoxicated last night, and Clockwork...well he wasn't sure where clockwork was. I was mentally preparing himself to give Clock some leads on his past. The nectar like drink finished, Ciril adjusted his poncho and set off, striding gracefully along the park, mechanical hands clasped behind his back, sunglasses masking his true expression. He tried to reach K2 on the communicator, but it wasn't working. Clockwork was not responding on his either.
It was then he heard blaster fire. He ran to the nearest wall data port and tapped into the mainframe, locating the source. Two speakers were fried by the VIP section. How coinsciendatal. Not.
Unplugging the datapad, the Snek dashed away from the port. He knew whose residence this was in front of now, thanks to HQ updates and info, and it was the Knight's home. Given the recent murders, more activity was highly suspect.
The slender blue alien blitzed around the corner, sliding to a halt in the clean and sleek VIP corridor, metal coils unraveling into defensive position, and wrist mounted laser cuff raised at the "intruders". He hesitated only slight in seeing who it was but did not lower his guard. "Gelon Deskovich, please take a step back from the Knight residence. And lower the weapon." he did not move and it could not be seen but his eyes flicked to K2. "Please tell me you are not working with this man, and are not about to break into this residence." his tone was even and firm, but he could feel a flutter in his ribcage, desperately hoping it was not true.
It was then he heard blaster fire. He ran to the nearest wall data port and tapped into the mainframe, locating the source. Two speakers were fried by the VIP section. How coinsciendatal. Not.
Unplugging the datapad, the Snek dashed away from the port. He knew whose residence this was in front of now, thanks to HQ updates and info, and it was the Knight's home. Given the recent murders, more activity was highly suspect.
The slender blue alien blitzed around the corner, sliding to a halt in the clean and sleek VIP corridor, metal coils unraveling into defensive position, and wrist mounted laser cuff raised at the "intruders". He hesitated only slight in seeing who it was but did not lower his guard. "Gelon Deskovich, please take a step back from the Knight residence. And lower the weapon." he did not move and it could not be seen but his eyes flicked to K2. "Please tell me you are not working with this man, and are not about to break into this residence." his tone was even and firm, but he could feel a flutter in his ribcage, desperately hoping it was not true.
Ozma opened the door to see Gelon blasting at speakers with reckless abandon. His eyes widened and he shrieked in a high pitched voice, "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Just yesterday, hundreds of people died from Graves' bandit raid. Playing terrorism in broad daylight did not seem like the smartest thing to do for anyone. He then did a double take when he saw Ciril approaching, and then speaking. No doubt because he was an alien in his lawn, but considering Cubey back in the house, he decided to stay quiet with his hateful nonsense.
As the speakers fall into the ground and smash into pieces, Gelon and K2 could see the Federation Soldiers in their dark blue armor dashing to their location, running with remarkable, almost absurd, speed.
The soldiers back up Ciril, three of them around him.
"STOP RIGHT THERE CRIMINAL SCUM!", The one left to Ciril, right in front of Gelon's face, yelled out in a bombastic voice. "You have committed vandalism in accordance to act 15.5.2 of the Federation Charter! Pay your fine or serve your sentence, otherwise your life is forfeit!"
Ozma facepalmed behind Gelon and K2.
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Awkward silence ensued between Lekan and Quin. They then heard of Beatrice's announcement of their imminent arrival. It is a testament to Drakov Industries' effectiveness, that they could repair a ship this large while still traveling on schedule. This announcement only made the silence more awkward.
".......Yeah.", Quin meekly whispered.
"U-unless you're into...which..I'm not against, but I'm not quite into...well...", Quin stammered, but could not create a coherent point, so he decided to continue being quiet.
More awkward silence later,
"...The beach sounds fun, though.", Quin spoke, trying to regain his usual composure.
As the speakers fall into the ground and smash into pieces, Gelon and K2 could see the Federation Soldiers in their dark blue armor dashing to their location, running with remarkable, almost absurd, speed.
The soldiers back up Ciril, three of them around him.
"STOP RIGHT THERE CRIMINAL SCUM!", The one left to Ciril, right in front of Gelon's face, yelled out in a bombastic voice. "You have committed vandalism in accordance to act 15.5.2 of the Federation Charter! Pay your fine or serve your sentence, otherwise your life is forfeit!"
Ozma facepalmed behind Gelon and K2.
----
Awkward silence ensued between Lekan and Quin. They then heard of Beatrice's announcement of their imminent arrival. It is a testament to Drakov Industries' effectiveness, that they could repair a ship this large while still traveling on schedule. This announcement only made the silence more awkward.
".......Yeah.", Quin meekly whispered.
"U-unless you're into...which..I'm not against, but I'm not quite into...well...", Quin stammered, but could not create a coherent point, so he decided to continue being quiet.
More awkward silence later,
"...The beach sounds fun, though.", Quin spoke, trying to regain his usual composure.
"yeah, yeah, relax blaster went off suddenly can I help it? the thing is sensitive to the new parts that I installed and would you guys rather have a blast through a house or starting a fire or killing someone!? No? Well be glad I aimed at the speakers but sure how much for the fine and speakers?" Gelon said as he grabbed a cigarette and light he was still ticked off obviously and how did that snek knew his name? An Keeton just had to play along for his own and Gelon's sake, gelon watch the snek closely "should I know you? I do remember someone like you" he said suspicious of the snek
"No I haven't had it before" She said blankly as she looked at her food. Before Mosa could react, she simply started eating although less voraciously as yesterday. The food was amazing. Like an explosion of flavour. "I like it," was all she could muster up to say. After she finished, she looked outside to see some Fed troopers marching outside. She didn't know who those men were but she started to get concerned. Ophelia had no idea if she was on their radar, even though they were no doubt here about the attack yesterday. Surely reports about the Gilgamesh have started and circulated by now. Without noticed, Ophelia suddenly just stood up from the table. "I think I need to lay low."
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Byatis put on an exaggerated appalled look. "MORE ADORABLE?! Ohhhhhh that's not happening!" With that, Byatis rolled onto his back and started wriggling. "HAH beat THAT-" Byatis stopped when Megahertz asked him about Nekrim. "Of course I'll go along! Either for work or for play! I've never been to a 'beach' before...though I do know a few 'beaches' if ya know what I mean HAH."
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Gunshots? They sounded like the came from where she was several minutes ago. The sound definitely jolted her awake from her half-awake state. A part of her wanted to stay away, but against her better judgement, she was already de-materialized.
Riley reappeared in the VIP district on the sidewalk. The commotion caused by Gelon, K2, Ciril and the soldiers took attention away from her appearing, but she would obviously stick out. She heard familiar voices among the barking of soldiers. It sounded like...Ciril? And K2? and that man that bumped into her earlier. This wasn't a good sign.
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Byatis put on an exaggerated appalled look. "MORE ADORABLE?! Ohhhhhh that's not happening!" With that, Byatis rolled onto his back and started wriggling. "HAH beat THAT-" Byatis stopped when Megahertz asked him about Nekrim. "Of course I'll go along! Either for work or for play! I've never been to a 'beach' before...though I do know a few 'beaches' if ya know what I mean HAH."
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Gunshots? They sounded like the came from where she was several minutes ago. The sound definitely jolted her awake from her half-awake state. A part of her wanted to stay away, but against her better judgement, she was already de-materialized.
Riley reappeared in the VIP district on the sidewalk. The commotion caused by Gelon, K2, Ciril and the soldiers took attention away from her appearing, but she would obviously stick out. She heard familiar voices among the barking of soldiers. It sounded like...Ciril? And K2? and that man that bumped into her earlier. This wasn't a good sign.
"N-no, I'm not... If it's what I think you're talking about, then... no, sorry," Lekan managed to reply, still squirming. "But... since you said you could... maybe... I don't know..." he trailed off there. The Ondari was about to continue when he felt a sharp pain from his limbs. Looking down, he saw that one of his tentacles had managed to tie itself into a knot, with another one of his arms caught within it. Trying to pull them apart didn't do much good either. Just what he needed at a time like this. He perked up a little when the beach was mentioned though.
"The beach sounds good, yes," he said, nearly going towards the door before remembering what it was he originally intended to ask. If anything, the circumstances raised even more questions. "So why are you wanting to marry GEHENNA? Especially when you said that you weren't... you know..."
There was a short pause from Lekan as he tried to untangle his limbs, with little success.
"...I don't suppose you're any good at untying knots?"
"The beach sounds good, yes," he said, nearly going towards the door before remembering what it was he originally intended to ask. If anything, the circumstances raised even more questions. "So why are you wanting to marry GEHENNA? Especially when you said that you weren't... you know..."
There was a short pause from Lekan as he tried to untangle his limbs, with little success.
"...I don't suppose you're any good at untying knots?"
Vlad looked up from her bed lazily, most of her hair burying her face. But her intense, orange eyes shine bright, showing that she was up and ready. "Yes.", she replied, shortly and bluntly.
Vlad got off the bed and went into the bathroom to switch into gear. A couple of seconds later, she came out in her full-bodied outfit, her eyes mostly hidden behind her green visor. She walked towards Beatrice, and nodded, ready to follow her superior anywhere.
Vlad got off the bed and went into the bathroom to switch into gear. A couple of seconds later, she came out in her full-bodied outfit, her eyes mostly hidden behind her green visor. She walked towards Beatrice, and nodded, ready to follow her superior anywhere.
Ciril could hear the Federation troops running and backing him up, but wishing they would not be so bombastic in their demands, sighing internally. However he did not twitch a muscle and did not lower his guard or his aim. "Let us examine your statement, Mr. Deskovich. 'it suddenly went off' but then you say you did aim at the speakers. I was going to assume that you might in fact be trying to harm the rest of the occupants inside but no one would be so foolish as to let loose a firearm- that does not belong to you- in front of the intended scene of the crime. That is, unless, you plan to frame the gun's owner , but again, I do not think you capable of that." his aim was steady enough that he would not hit K2 by mistake, even if he and Gelon were standing close to each other. He heard the door woosh open and caught a glimpse of red hair, and remained very tense, but broke concentration and twitched as K2 ran inside. This must appear VERY bad to the Federation but he could say nothing at this time, as badly as he did want to call out to the young pirate. "To answer your question, no, you shouldn't know me. But I know who you are. So I suggest you drop the attitude and comply with the Federation here...or I could make it so you have more dirt than a pair of broken speakers." He spoke evenly and calmly, but very serious. "Please step away from the residence."
His four eyes flicked away again as the Ilyerian with the pink hair arrived on the scene. "Miss this is a dangerous area for your safety you may wish to turn back."
His four eyes flicked away again as the Ilyerian with the pink hair arrived on the scene. "Miss this is a dangerous area for your safety you may wish to turn back."
The setting changes from Stratevaria Galaxy to F.S.S. Realta Nua
Keeton's cheerful attitude turned to a concerned frown when the mercenary had said his name "Keeton". No one called him that, nor would ever call him that. He will forever be written in history as 'K2 The infamous space pirate'.
"Gelon is it? Look there is a reason 'that name' is in parenthesis on bounty boards." Keeton says with a deadpan expression. "It's cause people that call me that don't end up living to long." The pirate stares directly into the man's eyes. "But I'm sure you are a smart man Gelon, so don't do it again." Keeton says to gelon, regaining his upbeat and playful manner. The pirate pulls his pistol from his holster. "This is probably one of the most advanced pieces of technolo-" Keeton does not have time to finish his sentence before Gelon swipes it from his hand, and begins to tinker with the machine. "No its not broken its ju-" Keeton tries to warn gelon before he rips the device, needing maintenance, from the gun. Keeton takes the 'calibrator' from Gelon. "Oi, listen to me its not a standard laser pis-" Again he is interrupted, this time by the sound of an exploding speaker. Keeton was starting to regret asking the man anything, especially fixing the Jolly Roger.
Keeton hears the sounds of footsteps, oh fuck, the feds. With another turn of the head he sees Ciril pointing his wrist weapon at him. "What, I have no clue who the hell this house belongs to! He just fired 'the Roger' for no apparent reason!" He yells at Ciril, looking around for some sort of way to escape the area. The door behind Keeton opens, and the owner of the unit stands in the doorway. "Long time no see 'Riding Hood'." Keeton says grinning at the red haired boy in front of him. He quickly darts into the house, and escapes contact with the federation. The Knights are a lot easier to deal with then those grunts ever would be.
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Beatrice activates the com system inside of her recon suit, a secure line. "Ridley, meet us at these coordinates. Our mission begins now." With that Beatrice engages her outfit's cloaking ability, and the two begin to descend down the private elevator to their destination.
"Gelon is it? Look there is a reason 'that name' is in parenthesis on bounty boards." Keeton says with a deadpan expression. "It's cause people that call me that don't end up living to long." The pirate stares directly into the man's eyes. "But I'm sure you are a smart man Gelon, so don't do it again." Keeton says to gelon, regaining his upbeat and playful manner. The pirate pulls his pistol from his holster. "This is probably one of the most advanced pieces of technolo-" Keeton does not have time to finish his sentence before Gelon swipes it from his hand, and begins to tinker with the machine. "No its not broken its ju-" Keeton tries to warn gelon before he rips the device, needing maintenance, from the gun. Keeton takes the 'calibrator' from Gelon. "Oi, listen to me its not a standard laser pis-" Again he is interrupted, this time by the sound of an exploding speaker. Keeton was starting to regret asking the man anything, especially fixing the Jolly Roger.
Keeton hears the sounds of footsteps, oh fuck, the feds. With another turn of the head he sees Ciril pointing his wrist weapon at him. "What, I have no clue who the hell this house belongs to! He just fired 'the Roger' for no apparent reason!" He yells at Ciril, looking around for some sort of way to escape the area. The door behind Keeton opens, and the owner of the unit stands in the doorway. "Long time no see 'Riding Hood'." Keeton says grinning at the red haired boy in front of him. He quickly darts into the house, and escapes contact with the federation. The Knights are a lot easier to deal with then those grunts ever would be.
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Beatrice activates the com system inside of her recon suit, a secure line. "Ridley, meet us at these coordinates. Our mission begins now." With that Beatrice engages her outfit's cloaking ability, and the two begin to descend down the private elevator to their destination.
(( sorry I posted in the wrong spot again. I replied but its in jut the "Stratvaria Universe. you can see it there. ))
Gelon sighs and the pinch the bridge of his nose "I could aim cause I know guns well enough to hear it charge up a shot and apparently I forgot to put the safety on for the calibration, which every gun does when a new part is installed. Now I could have either fired it or let my hand be blown off and harm my friend here" Gelon said hoping the Snek wouldn't come with something against it "and yes people can forget things, I dare to bet even one of you federation troops had it happen. and i'm willing to pay the fine okay, no more trouble" Gelon said and got his check book
As Cubey was placed in his chair he began muttering in his sleep, of mostly nonsensical gibberish, though there was a few mentions of Rainbow Rangers. It was not as deep of a sleep as it first appeared however, as after a few mere moments, he woke up with a squeal, having been startled at the sudden sounds of gunshots outside. Recovering form his mini figurative heart-attack, Cubey quickly checked on how That Woman and Ozma were, realizing that although the android maid was present next to the fridge, the red haired host of the house had seemed to have gone from the kitchen.
"Ummmm sorry. Guess i'm a bit sleepy. Weird dream though. Ranger Pink was a carrot. The rest weren't just her.Maybe I should apologize to turning her into a carrot. Though it didn't really happen.", he apologized confusingly during a yawn, before asking That Woman sheepishly; "Ummmm, where did Ozma go? Did I miss breakfast?"
He didn't wait long for an answer as he suddenly heard all kinds of shouting coming from outside, letting his curiosity lead him to the source as he speed walked through the house, until he eventually left it, standing next to Ozma who also went to investigate the commotion, but not before being pushed aside by the pirate he saw yesterday, barging into Ozma's home much to Cubey's confusion.
His confusion only grew as he saw that a whole bunch of soldiers were surrounding the cyborg called Gelon he had met before, who seemed to be taking out some cheque book, the federation troops obviously unhappy with whatever he did to warrant giving them a check. There was also a Snek in sunglasses aiming a wrist-blaster at Gelon as well. There was also a pink haired blind lady too, seeming just as surprised as the beastman was. Having no understanding of the situation, Cubey stood around dumbfounded for a few moments. Then, acting entirely in panic he rushed in front of Gelon crying out; "Don't shoot my friend please! He's nice really honest! I'm sure didn't do nothing or anything! Don't be meanies!" holding his arms out wide as if it would somehow shield Ozma's house, Ozma himself, and Gelon from doing so. Standing steadfast, wishing to protect his friend he then had a look of sudden realization when he exclaimed; "Oh wait, the pirate guy went in Ozma's house! Ahhhhhhhhh! He might steal his stuff! And the robot maid lady's in there too!"
"Ummmm sorry. Guess i'm a bit sleepy. Weird dream though. Ranger Pink was a carrot. The rest weren't just her.Maybe I should apologize to turning her into a carrot. Though it didn't really happen.", he apologized confusingly during a yawn, before asking That Woman sheepishly; "Ummmm, where did Ozma go? Did I miss breakfast?"
He didn't wait long for an answer as he suddenly heard all kinds of shouting coming from outside, letting his curiosity lead him to the source as he speed walked through the house, until he eventually left it, standing next to Ozma who also went to investigate the commotion, but not before being pushed aside by the pirate he saw yesterday, barging into Ozma's home much to Cubey's confusion.
His confusion only grew as he saw that a whole bunch of soldiers were surrounding the cyborg called Gelon he had met before, who seemed to be taking out some cheque book, the federation troops obviously unhappy with whatever he did to warrant giving them a check. There was also a Snek in sunglasses aiming a wrist-blaster at Gelon as well. There was also a pink haired blind lady too, seeming just as surprised as the beastman was. Having no understanding of the situation, Cubey stood around dumbfounded for a few moments. Then, acting entirely in panic he rushed in front of Gelon crying out; "Don't shoot my friend please! He's nice really honest! I'm sure didn't do nothing or anything! Don't be meanies!" holding his arms out wide as if it would somehow shield Ozma's house, Ozma himself, and Gelon from doing so. Standing steadfast, wishing to protect his friend he then had a look of sudden realization when he exclaimed; "Oh wait, the pirate guy went in Ozma's house! Ahhhhhhhhh! He might steal his stuff! And the robot maid lady's in there too!"
Gelon smiled and pat Cubey's head "no cubey that didn't happen i fixed Keeton's weapon but it i forgot to put the safety on so it set the new parts in correct order to be working" Gelon said and kneel down by him "they just can't appreciate the fact that i shoot 2 speakers instead of the gun blowing up, now did you have a good night rest last night?" Gelon said just ignoring the rest Cubey was on his mind now
Riley stood there, listening at all the yelling and bickering between the two parties. Something about a gun misfire. But now she heard K2's voice. Somehow, she wasn't surprised. Then a younger sounding voice started speaking for Gelon in his protection. What a weird morning. She looked over to Ciril addressing her to stand back and giggled a bit. "Hey man, this guy bumped into me before. If he was any dangerous I think I would've left that encounter with wounds to my flesh rather than wounds to me self-esteem." Her response was sincere with a bit of a jab. "I just think ya'll need to calm down a bit. Not like he opened fire on any people." She shrugged and continued to listen as the young voice complained about K2 entering the house. "Oh." Was all she could say.
Mosa looked up as Ophelia stood up, and blinked. His voice turned into a whisper as his lips curled into a concerned frown. "Do you even have anywhere to go?" Despite asking that, Mosa did not expect much of an answer, as his large tail reached into the refrigerator, opened it a peek, and pulled out a small lunch box. "Take these, at least. Mosa made them himself." Mosa showed his toothy grin once more, as he offered the lunch box to Ophelia. It was small and light, and most likely were meant for Mosa's original cabin mates.
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Megahertz was left speechless by Byatis'......moves. Her jaw hung and her eyes blinked, while her two thralls looked at him jealously, with the hellhound growling, sensing competition. Megahertz, however, placed her hand on the dog's head to steady him. She then chuckled at Byatis' comment. "HAH! C'mon now, Byatis. That's......too easy.", she shook her head, couldn't help but finding the terrible joke funny.
Megahertz then turned around, and pulled the spider leg from inside her pocket, appraising it with her keen eyes. With her back turned, she said to Byatis, "Aaaanyways...I've got this job I have to take care of. Don't let me keep you. Danny and Manny will watch my back~"
The hellhound and the deathcat looked at each other in disbelief, then at Byatis.
"Yes, that's you two. Now get to work.", Megahertz finished, before sitting down on a sofa to further analyze the spider leg.
Danny the hellhound, despite his grumpy look, loyally stood up and kept an eye on Byatis. Manny the deathcat, on the other hand, decided to lay down and take a nap, being the lazy cat that he was reborn to be.
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Quin became even calmer when Lekan reacted positively to the beach. Taking a long time to think of an answer to Lekan's question, he decided to walk over and help the space squid untangle his tentacles. "I don't wear shoes...or play bondage...", Quin mumbled as he fiddled with the tentacles. "...But I was a military man. I may be able to assist."
He concentrated on Lekan's tentacles. It took a bit of effort and thinking on his part, but if there was one thing Quin was good at, it was thinking. Giving him an annoyingly gorgeus stare, Quin held up his liberated tentacles, and looked him in the eye.
"My mother wanted grandchildren. Unfortunately, my male genitalia was rendered infertile from a grenade explosion. It was painful."
A pause. Quin still holding Lekan's tentacles.
"And not many people would like to mate with a transgender bug. Not even my own, especially when I am already middle-aged."
Another pause. Quin let go of Lekan's tentacles.
"So, logically, I decided that an immortal being of eldritch origins was my best bet. Unbound by mortal disgusts, unchained by gender limitations."
Quin seemed to be putting a lot of faith and preconceptions in this, despite his lack of knowledge about GEHENNA. Perhaps he was not so smart after all. Or perhaps, he merely have a different method of thinking. Or perhaps he was smart, he was just nonsensical. Or illogical. Either way, this must be why Genesiors were often seen as eccentric, even to non-human races.
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"Aye.", Ridley's reply was heard through Beatrice's secure communicator.
The private elevator descended towards the second deck of the Realta Nua. As the glass door opened, Ridley was already waiting for them, a carton of orange juice in his right hand, the straw connecting to the bottom of his cross-shaped visor.
Vlad folded her arms and turned to Beatrice, asking in a professional, calm, tone, "So. Where do we start?"
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"Oh goodie!", the Federation soldiers were delighted as Gelon pulled out the checkbook and paid the fine. Less trouble for them, they suppose, and if the checkbook was a fraud, they could sue him for even more credits. They then turned around and took off, returning to their duties.
Ozma looked in horror as he saw K2. "You!!" He winced and fidgeted. Ozma was the black sheep of his family for many reasons. Aside from his controversial political beliefs, he was also a frequent target of kidnappings and extortions. His lack of combat prowess just made him an even juicier target for space pirates.
"W-w-what do you want...", Ozma asked K2, still distraught over yesterday's events. He was not very enthusiastic to meet one of his former kidnappers. "H-HEY you!! Wait, the floor..was..just..cleaned...this......morning", he could only wimpily stammer as he watched Gelon and K2 barge into the house. He sighed, defeated, not wanting to have any trouble with the two, well-armed men.
That Woman stared at Cubey speechlessly, sympathy on her face. It was obvious to her that, like Ozma, Cubey was traumatized from yesterday's events. She then turned to look, alarmed when K2 and Gelon went inside. Her eyes glow red cautiously, though she did not take direct action. Yet.
Ozma flinched when Cubey said that word. 'friend'? ....Him? The racist, patricidal, red headed bastard child? He never thought in a million years that anyone could even consider calling him that, and a touched expression hung in his face, causing him to momentarily forget about the dangerous pirate and the intimidating mercenary invading his house
He then glanced over to Riley and Ciril, still outside. UGh, more gross al- err, more aliens, he thought. Maybe he should not be so quick to judge. After all, Cubey looked kind of scary at first, with his square head. Scarier than these two. In fact, one could argue the pink haired one was quite pretty, in a girl next door kind of way, and the blue one with the snake tail on his head rather handsome, in a charming gentleman kind of way. Maybe, for once, if he tried to be nice, then more people would call him their friend?
"...Hey. You two.", he asked them, looking away, seemingly quite uncomfortable talking. "..You gonna barge into my house too?" There was a strange tone to his voice, as if he actually-kinda-sorta-totally-not-really-you-guys wanted them to do so.
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Megahertz was left speechless by Byatis'......moves. Her jaw hung and her eyes blinked, while her two thralls looked at him jealously, with the hellhound growling, sensing competition. Megahertz, however, placed her hand on the dog's head to steady him. She then chuckled at Byatis' comment. "HAH! C'mon now, Byatis. That's......too easy.", she shook her head, couldn't help but finding the terrible joke funny.
Megahertz then turned around, and pulled the spider leg from inside her pocket, appraising it with her keen eyes. With her back turned, she said to Byatis, "Aaaanyways...I've got this job I have to take care of. Don't let me keep you. Danny and Manny will watch my back~"
The hellhound and the deathcat looked at each other in disbelief, then at Byatis.
"Yes, that's you two. Now get to work.", Megahertz finished, before sitting down on a sofa to further analyze the spider leg.
Danny the hellhound, despite his grumpy look, loyally stood up and kept an eye on Byatis. Manny the deathcat, on the other hand, decided to lay down and take a nap, being the lazy cat that he was reborn to be.
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Quin became even calmer when Lekan reacted positively to the beach. Taking a long time to think of an answer to Lekan's question, he decided to walk over and help the space squid untangle his tentacles. "I don't wear shoes...or play bondage...", Quin mumbled as he fiddled with the tentacles. "...But I was a military man. I may be able to assist."
He concentrated on Lekan's tentacles. It took a bit of effort and thinking on his part, but if there was one thing Quin was good at, it was thinking. Giving him an annoyingly gorgeus stare, Quin held up his liberated tentacles, and looked him in the eye.
"My mother wanted grandchildren. Unfortunately, my male genitalia was rendered infertile from a grenade explosion. It was painful."
A pause. Quin still holding Lekan's tentacles.
"And not many people would like to mate with a transgender bug. Not even my own, especially when I am already middle-aged."
Another pause. Quin let go of Lekan's tentacles.
"So, logically, I decided that an immortal being of eldritch origins was my best bet. Unbound by mortal disgusts, unchained by gender limitations."
Quin seemed to be putting a lot of faith and preconceptions in this, despite his lack of knowledge about GEHENNA. Perhaps he was not so smart after all. Or perhaps, he merely have a different method of thinking. Or perhaps he was smart, he was just nonsensical. Or illogical. Either way, this must be why Genesiors were often seen as eccentric, even to non-human races.
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"Aye.", Ridley's reply was heard through Beatrice's secure communicator.
The private elevator descended towards the second deck of the Realta Nua. As the glass door opened, Ridley was already waiting for them, a carton of orange juice in his right hand, the straw connecting to the bottom of his cross-shaped visor.
Vlad folded her arms and turned to Beatrice, asking in a professional, calm, tone, "So. Where do we start?"
----
"Oh goodie!", the Federation soldiers were delighted as Gelon pulled out the checkbook and paid the fine. Less trouble for them, they suppose, and if the checkbook was a fraud, they could sue him for even more credits. They then turned around and took off, returning to their duties.
Ozma looked in horror as he saw K2. "You!!" He winced and fidgeted. Ozma was the black sheep of his family for many reasons. Aside from his controversial political beliefs, he was also a frequent target of kidnappings and extortions. His lack of combat prowess just made him an even juicier target for space pirates.
"W-w-what do you want...", Ozma asked K2, still distraught over yesterday's events. He was not very enthusiastic to meet one of his former kidnappers. "H-HEY you!! Wait, the floor..was..just..cleaned...this......morning", he could only wimpily stammer as he watched Gelon and K2 barge into the house. He sighed, defeated, not wanting to have any trouble with the two, well-armed men.
That Woman stared at Cubey speechlessly, sympathy on her face. It was obvious to her that, like Ozma, Cubey was traumatized from yesterday's events. She then turned to look, alarmed when K2 and Gelon went inside. Her eyes glow red cautiously, though she did not take direct action. Yet.
Ozma flinched when Cubey said that word. 'friend'? ....Him? The racist, patricidal, red headed bastard child? He never thought in a million years that anyone could even consider calling him that, and a touched expression hung in his face, causing him to momentarily forget about the dangerous pirate and the intimidating mercenary invading his house
He then glanced over to Riley and Ciril, still outside. UGh, more gross al- err, more aliens, he thought. Maybe he should not be so quick to judge. After all, Cubey looked kind of scary at first, with his square head. Scarier than these two. In fact, one could argue the pink haired one was quite pretty, in a girl next door kind of way, and the blue one with the snake tail on his head rather handsome, in a charming gentleman kind of way. Maybe, for once, if he tried to be nice, then more people would call him their friend?
"...Hey. You two.", he asked them, looking away, seemingly quite uncomfortable talking. "..You gonna barge into my house too?" There was a strange tone to his voice, as if he actually-kinda-sorta-totally-not-really-you-guys wanted them to do so.
Ciril lowered his arm and the metal coils resumed resting position around his legs after the strange little beastman threw himself in front of Gelon, and he heard the remarks from both Gelon and Riley. He was used to being made out as the villiian in his line of work and though the situation could be rather frustrating and insulting, he remained objective. "If you can't keep control of your weapons, you shouldn't be allowed to have any." he commented evenly, thinking it poor taste of Gelon to trash-talk everyone and boost his ego by talking to a beastman child in such a way. He nodded to the Federation soldiers, "Good day gentlemen." he stepped forward, approaching the group and the doorway, hands clasped behind his back. As he passed Gelon to stand in front of the door he made one final comment, "I would be more careful and more respectful to those you meet, Mr. Deskovitch...." Ciril's face was deadpan as ever, sunglasses hiding his cold glossy eyes, "Some people can make it so that you'll never be hired for your mercenary skills ever again." he tilted his head slightly and turned to the apartment. "Mr. Knight, I am sorry for the multiple intrusions, but may I come in? I am working with K2, but I'm here on neutral terms... if anything, I want to prevent more misfortune.... hence why I came here and was so concerned about gunfire. " He took off one pair of sunglasses, "I'm sorry for your recent loss." he said solemnly.
Ophelia quietly took the lunch box and looked up at Mosa. "I think you know the answer to that." Her massiv mutated claw held the lunchbox such that you could barely see it. Once the troopers were out of sight from Mosa's cabin, Ophelia made her way to the door, looking at Mosa for one last time. "We'll see what happens, I suppose. Thank you." With that she quickly opened the door strode out onto the streets.
Now that she was 'settled', she could do some investigative work on her own. Revenge wasn't going to settle itself. Ophelia kept to the alleyways.
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Byatis watched Megahertz for a moment, then shrugged. "Well okay! You seems oddly calm for someone who lost a new friend! But thats none of my business! See ya later!" WIth that Byatis quite literally rolled out the door.
Moments after he left the house, he spotted Fed troops marching down the streets. "Hut two three four! You all march like girls! Ahah, I'm hilarious." When Byatis had nothing to do, he wasn't sure how to pass time.
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Riley could feel the sting in Ciril's words to Gelon. "Ooooh burn" she said under her breath. Suddenly she heard a voice asking Ciril and herself in probably the strangest way to come in. His words said no but his tone said please do. Riley considered it a moment until she finally recognized that voice. It was Ozma Knight! The well known human supremacist. Why the hell was he being so...passive? She was confused to say the least. But any opportunity to annoy a racist was probably worth it. "Well if you INSIST." With that she followed Ciril inside.
Now that she was 'settled', she could do some investigative work on her own. Revenge wasn't going to settle itself. Ophelia kept to the alleyways.
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Byatis watched Megahertz for a moment, then shrugged. "Well okay! You seems oddly calm for someone who lost a new friend! But thats none of my business! See ya later!" WIth that Byatis quite literally rolled out the door.
Moments after he left the house, he spotted Fed troops marching down the streets. "Hut two three four! You all march like girls! Ahah, I'm hilarious." When Byatis had nothing to do, he wasn't sure how to pass time.
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Riley could feel the sting in Ciril's words to Gelon. "Ooooh burn" she said under her breath. Suddenly she heard a voice asking Ciril and herself in probably the strangest way to come in. His words said no but his tone said please do. Riley considered it a moment until she finally recognized that voice. It was Ozma Knight! The well known human supremacist. Why the hell was he being so...passive? She was confused to say the least. But any opportunity to annoy a racist was probably worth it. "Well if you INSIST." With that she followed Ciril inside.
As he heard Gelon's explanation, Cubey lowered his arms and sighed with relief, exclaiming thankfully; "Ah I see, so you broke someones toys. That was naughty Gelon, but it's good your giving them money to buy new ones and fixing the gun for pirate man, though I don't know if he's bad or not. Sorry for breaking your toys human and not human armor people!", seeming to apologize to the federation troops, seeming to somehow managed to never meet any of there type before. He also turned to quickly thank the pink haired lady with high pitched; "Thank you for defending my buddy too!", trying his best not to be nervous about the disgruntled snek gentleman.
The soldiers seemed satisfied with Gelon's cheque leaving as soon as quickly as they arrived, letting Cubey feel much more relaxed now they were gone, waving good bye at them goofily.
He then turned round, initially to speak to Gelon, but saw Ozma hovering in the door way seeming to be stressed at the pirates sudden entrance into his home, very understandably, but also having been caught off guard by something, which Cubey simply had no idea what this was, but guessed the pirate was the cause once again. He could also smell the pirate was still in the house, much to his worry. He did hope the robot lady was okay and the pirate did turn out to be Gelon's buddy.
The beastman however changed his mind to him simply being shy around lots of new people, as he nervously asked the snek that seemed to have cybernetics and the pink haired lady if they wanted to go in too, to which Cubey grinned at the pair of them. As the snek threatened Gelon however, Cubey was about to blow a raspberry at the man's back until he showed his sympathy and kindness with Ozma, to which he ended up stopping himself, accidentally biting his tongue, wincing with a muffled; "Ah!"
Keeping quite for a few seconds in puzzlement of the pink haired lady's sudden change in attitude to Gelon, he turned to the human cyborg to greet him properly.
"Hiya Gelon! How was your morning apart from rifle strangers popping up angry you broke their toys? I didn't get much sleep. Did you? How was breakfast? I haven't eaten mine yet. It's nice seeing you again. Lets go inside and check if the pirates a baddie!", he babbled excitedly, taking his acquaintances hand as he walked over to the rest at the door way.
"Hello strangers! I'm Cubey! Whats your names? Are you burgulars?" Cubey asked enthusiastically, curious at the newest strangers.
The soldiers seemed satisfied with Gelon's cheque leaving as soon as quickly as they arrived, letting Cubey feel much more relaxed now they were gone, waving good bye at them goofily.
He then turned round, initially to speak to Gelon, but saw Ozma hovering in the door way seeming to be stressed at the pirates sudden entrance into his home, very understandably, but also having been caught off guard by something, which Cubey simply had no idea what this was, but guessed the pirate was the cause once again. He could also smell the pirate was still in the house, much to his worry. He did hope the robot lady was okay and the pirate did turn out to be Gelon's buddy.
The beastman however changed his mind to him simply being shy around lots of new people, as he nervously asked the snek that seemed to have cybernetics and the pink haired lady if they wanted to go in too, to which Cubey grinned at the pair of them. As the snek threatened Gelon however, Cubey was about to blow a raspberry at the man's back until he showed his sympathy and kindness with Ozma, to which he ended up stopping himself, accidentally biting his tongue, wincing with a muffled; "Ah!"
Keeping quite for a few seconds in puzzlement of the pink haired lady's sudden change in attitude to Gelon, he turned to the human cyborg to greet him properly.
"Hiya Gelon! How was your morning apart from rifle strangers popping up angry you broke their toys? I didn't get much sleep. Did you? How was breakfast? I haven't eaten mine yet. It's nice seeing you again. Lets go inside and check if the pirates a baddie!", he babbled excitedly, taking his acquaintances hand as he walked over to the rest at the door way.
"Hello strangers! I'm Cubey! Whats your names? Are you burgulars?" Cubey asked enthusiastically, curious at the newest strangers.
Gelon snicker and follow Cubey while answered his questions "my morning is okay and that is not good cubey maybe a nap later will do us both some good cause I had a pretty hard time to fall asleep in the cargo room, and I didn't have any breakfast yet cause I first wanted to find you and make sure you are okay but I can see Ozma has taken you in and I don't know if Keeton is a bad guy, all I know is that he is a honest pirate but a pirate none the less" gelon said and watch Ciril and Riley but didn't want to ruin the mood and just went with the threat this time and let cubey do the talking and snicker at the question of burglars
Lekan kept still as Quin started to untangle his limbs. They would have eventually come free by themselves, but he could feel the blood flow starting to get cut off by the knot. He rolled his eyes at that bondage remark, but said nothing and simply let the Genesior get on with it. That stare from Quin caught him off-guard for a moment though; despite now having the body of a male, his face still looked very feminine.
The Ondari listened to Quin's story, grimacing when he mentioned the incident with the grenade. To call something like that painful was an understatement. His reasoning behind wanting to marry GEHENNA seemed fairly sound, at least to Lekan, although there was one slight detail regarding the demon's intent to end all life in the galaxy. Creating new life was... probably not on his agenda. Lekan decided against bringing it up, at least for the time being.
Opening the door to their cabin, Lekan went outside, almost eager to head straight for the beach. When Quin followed him out he closed the door behind them and followed the signs leading to the nearest elevator. "Hey Quin, what do you mean by middle-aged?" he asked. "You, uh... don't look that old. Far from it."
The Ondari listened to Quin's story, grimacing when he mentioned the incident with the grenade. To call something like that painful was an understatement. His reasoning behind wanting to marry GEHENNA seemed fairly sound, at least to Lekan, although there was one slight detail regarding the demon's intent to end all life in the galaxy. Creating new life was... probably not on his agenda. Lekan decided against bringing it up, at least for the time being.
Opening the door to their cabin, Lekan went outside, almost eager to head straight for the beach. When Quin followed him out he closed the door behind them and followed the signs leading to the nearest elevator. "Hey Quin, what do you mean by middle-aged?" he asked. "You, uh... don't look that old. Far from it."
The setting changes from Stratevaria Galaxy to F.S.S. Realta Nua
Waking up slowly, Graves shifted uncomfortably as metal dug into his back, his body having fallen off the sleeping mat he had procured for the small group of mobsters he had left. Soreness ran through his back from where Beatrice had stepped on him, further accentuated by the yet painful intrusions of the metal surroundings. Around him several of the survivors were shifting. Such a strange happening. Of the hundred that had accompanied him aboard and the six Cazadores, only five other mobsters remained on the ship. He had been decimated. But then, that was part of his plan, wasn't it? Get on, make some commotion, and then hitch a ride to this Megido place and find GEHENNA. Shouldn't have been too much of a problem. Maybe the looting and random killing and everything else slipped from his control but it got him on...
With that thought he remembered Deunan. Her youthful face painted with her own blood, a gaping hole from where the projectile had sliced through her unprotected head. Dead because of him. If not for his actions then the young woman would yet be alive, able to continue her future, one that had appeared to be bright. Swinging his fist up, he smashed his own face, bones crackling from the impact. Gasping as he hit the ground, Graves's fingers reached tentatively towards the impact point. Feeling no shifting and the crunching sounds of broken bones absent, Graves sighed. "No remorse."
Ordering the remaining mobsters he stood and stretched before walking through the tunnels. Taking out his communicator, he contacted Cubey and Ozma, "If you two accept my offer of help, meet me at the place where...you know what I'm talking about. Meet me there in an hour." Shutting that channel, he swtiched to the one with Megahertz, "So, my Ishkavi friend, any news?"
With that thought he remembered Deunan. Her youthful face painted with her own blood, a gaping hole from where the projectile had sliced through her unprotected head. Dead because of him. If not for his actions then the young woman would yet be alive, able to continue her future, one that had appeared to be bright. Swinging his fist up, he smashed his own face, bones crackling from the impact. Gasping as he hit the ground, Graves's fingers reached tentatively towards the impact point. Feeling no shifting and the crunching sounds of broken bones absent, Graves sighed. "No remorse."
Ordering the remaining mobsters he stood and stretched before walking through the tunnels. Taking out his communicator, he contacted Cubey and Ozma, "If you two accept my offer of help, meet me at the place where...you know what I'm talking about. Meet me there in an hour." Shutting that channel, he swtiched to the one with Megahertz, "So, my Ishkavi friend, any news?"
Ozma looked at Ciril weakly for a few seconds, surprised he even took the time to ask him for permission, when most everyone else just barged in. He glanced back at K2 and Gelon looking around in the house, and sighed when Ciril reminded him of his 'loss'. Without saying anything, he stepped aside, allowing both him and Riley to come inside, all the while having a mopey expression on his face.
It was quite a nice home, to say the least. It smelled of fresh baked loafs, and, like all the other upper class homes, have a comforting and disarming atmosphere, with the fireplace, the fluffy sofas, etc. That Woman stared quietly as more people went into the house, clasping her hands together in front of her apron, watching them all with a cautious eye.
Ozma went inside and leaned at the wall, resisting to smile as Cubey asked the new strangers his questions. He wasn't very happy in how condescending Gelon was acting, but was too weak willed to act or even say anything. Gelon's reputation was good enough that Boris hired him personally, after all.
"........Would you like a drink?", Ozma finally, timidly asked the new strangers. They were guests, and a Knight treats his guests like a gentleman.
Just then, his communicator beeped. Surprised, Ozma reached out for it and took a peek, having set all incoming voice calls to be translated into text. It was Graves. Of course. He was silenced, and he glanced at Cubey, concerned at how he would be taking all this. An hour, huh? He'd have some time. What he didn't have was any desire to return to that wretched spot, but....what must be done will be done.
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Mosa gave his huge grin and nodded at her, watching her as he went out the door. After she left, Mosa nodded to nobody in particular. He then stood up and stretched his arms. "Now, what's Mosa gonna do....", he mumbled. He then shrugged and looked at his datapad, flicking the touch screen until he saw a text version of Beatrice's announcement. Ah, they're almost here, apparently. Mosa stood up and walked towards his wardrobe, opening it. In there, he saw many, many colorful swimming trunks. An orange one with a white floral pattern, a pink one with squishy peach sea stars, a dark green one with a camo paint on them....Mosa was an avid collector of swimming trunks. He didn't need them whenever he was amongst his fellow Beastmen, but his massive......little Mosa....would be far too distracting when amongst the Federation-kin.
Besides, some of these swimming trunks were basically art, Mosa thought, as he picked one with delicate, hand-painted dark blue tiger-like stripes on a bright orange surface. For some reason, he always ended up going with these ones...
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Megahertz frowned at Byatis' statement, not saying anything until he left. "....You can't catch a fish while floundering on your heels.", she whispered to herself. She then looked on at the cerulean spider leg, and continued to analyze it, cross referencing it with various information on her datapad. So much data to go through..
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Quin closed her eyes, and raised her chin, speaking in a calm manner, a hint of pride in her gesture. "We Genesiors were designed to not only fight well, but also for the longest of times."
Pause. Quin hovered besides Lekan as they walked.
"As a side effect, we degenerate at a vastly slower rate compared to most other...'natural' races."
Another pause. Quin turned to look at Lekan.
"I am youthful, but old. Old, but not expired."
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Time passed as Megahertz analyzed the spider leg. How frustating! It was full of inscriptions and deleted history. Whoever used this did not want to be discovered. But by that same token, it lended credence to Graves' suspicion that it was most likely VENOM who committed this attack. It was either VENOM or the Federation government. And it seemed highly unlikely that the Federation government would terminate a source of a large amount of income...and one of the galaxy's most famous personalities.
Megahertz's communicator rang with a cheerful, bubbly ringtone, and she picked it up, seeing Graves' name on the screen.
"Yo.", she greeted him as she accepted his call. She was his friend now, was she? How cute, she figured, still suspicious of Graves, but cooperative.
She gave a big, long, sigh as she leaned back on her sofa.
"Well. This thing has a bitch of a firewall.", she replied, deadpan. She then smirked before Graves could respond. "But that's exactly why you hired me, right~?"
Megahertz proceeded to explain.
"It's as I suspected. A necron mind control spider. Highly expensive, highly illegal, highly suspicious. I haven't manage to decode the identity of its owner...if that's even possible...., but I could tell you, whoever it was did their homework. I'm going to need a bit more time."
A necron mind control spider. Once conceived as a war-ending weapon by the Federation's most unscrupulous scientists, With the ability to control the body of dead soldiers and direct them against their own comrades, it was hard not to see why. More victories for less casualties (on the Federation side, at least). However, the Federation's higher ups, as well as the neutral colonies, saw it as an immoral and dishonorable object, even by the Federation's pragmatic standards, as the object actually, partiaily, and very painfully resurrected the mind of the deceased. Not enough to actually bring them back to life, but enough to cause them an unimaginable, revolting amount of pain.
This weapon was banned about 2 months after its use, and all copies were officially destroyed. Whoever used this had connections with either Guardian Labs and/or the Napishtim Army.
It was quite a nice home, to say the least. It smelled of fresh baked loafs, and, like all the other upper class homes, have a comforting and disarming atmosphere, with the fireplace, the fluffy sofas, etc. That Woman stared quietly as more people went into the house, clasping her hands together in front of her apron, watching them all with a cautious eye.
Ozma went inside and leaned at the wall, resisting to smile as Cubey asked the new strangers his questions. He wasn't very happy in how condescending Gelon was acting, but was too weak willed to act or even say anything. Gelon's reputation was good enough that Boris hired him personally, after all.
"........Would you like a drink?", Ozma finally, timidly asked the new strangers. They were guests, and a Knight treats his guests like a gentleman.
Just then, his communicator beeped. Surprised, Ozma reached out for it and took a peek, having set all incoming voice calls to be translated into text. It was Graves. Of course. He was silenced, and he glanced at Cubey, concerned at how he would be taking all this. An hour, huh? He'd have some time. What he didn't have was any desire to return to that wretched spot, but....what must be done will be done.
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Mosa gave his huge grin and nodded at her, watching her as he went out the door. After she left, Mosa nodded to nobody in particular. He then stood up and stretched his arms. "Now, what's Mosa gonna do....", he mumbled. He then shrugged and looked at his datapad, flicking the touch screen until he saw a text version of Beatrice's announcement. Ah, they're almost here, apparently. Mosa stood up and walked towards his wardrobe, opening it. In there, he saw many, many colorful swimming trunks. An orange one with a white floral pattern, a pink one with squishy peach sea stars, a dark green one with a camo paint on them....Mosa was an avid collector of swimming trunks. He didn't need them whenever he was amongst his fellow Beastmen, but his massive......little Mosa....would be far too distracting when amongst the Federation-kin.
Besides, some of these swimming trunks were basically art, Mosa thought, as he picked one with delicate, hand-painted dark blue tiger-like stripes on a bright orange surface. For some reason, he always ended up going with these ones...
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Megahertz frowned at Byatis' statement, not saying anything until he left. "....You can't catch a fish while floundering on your heels.", she whispered to herself. She then looked on at the cerulean spider leg, and continued to analyze it, cross referencing it with various information on her datapad. So much data to go through..
----
Quin closed her eyes, and raised her chin, speaking in a calm manner, a hint of pride in her gesture. "We Genesiors were designed to not only fight well, but also for the longest of times."
Pause. Quin hovered besides Lekan as they walked.
"As a side effect, we degenerate at a vastly slower rate compared to most other...'natural' races."
Another pause. Quin turned to look at Lekan.
"I am youthful, but old. Old, but not expired."
----
Time passed as Megahertz analyzed the spider leg. How frustating! It was full of inscriptions and deleted history. Whoever used this did not want to be discovered. But by that same token, it lended credence to Graves' suspicion that it was most likely VENOM who committed this attack. It was either VENOM or the Federation government. And it seemed highly unlikely that the Federation government would terminate a source of a large amount of income...and one of the galaxy's most famous personalities.
Megahertz's communicator rang with a cheerful, bubbly ringtone, and she picked it up, seeing Graves' name on the screen.
"Yo.", she greeted him as she accepted his call. She was his friend now, was she? How cute, she figured, still suspicious of Graves, but cooperative.
She gave a big, long, sigh as she leaned back on her sofa.
"Well. This thing has a bitch of a firewall.", she replied, deadpan. She then smirked before Graves could respond. "But that's exactly why you hired me, right~?"
Megahertz proceeded to explain.
"It's as I suspected. A necron mind control spider. Highly expensive, highly illegal, highly suspicious. I haven't manage to decode the identity of its owner...if that's even possible...., but I could tell you, whoever it was did their homework. I'm going to need a bit more time."
A necron mind control spider. Once conceived as a war-ending weapon by the Federation's most unscrupulous scientists, With the ability to control the body of dead soldiers and direct them against their own comrades, it was hard not to see why. More victories for less casualties (on the Federation side, at least). However, the Federation's higher ups, as well as the neutral colonies, saw it as an immoral and dishonorable object, even by the Federation's pragmatic standards, as the object actually, partiaily, and very painfully resurrected the mind of the deceased. Not enough to actually bring them back to life, but enough to cause them an unimaginable, revolting amount of pain.
This weapon was banned about 2 months after its use, and all copies were officially destroyed. Whoever used this had connections with either Guardian Labs and/or the Napishtim Army.
Keeton looks around the room a bit, before people start to pile into the house. Keeton feels his heart skip a beat when he sees Riley enter the room. He blushes lightly and proceeds to fidget nervously with various things around the house. "Nice place you got here red," Keeton says looking at Ozma. The pirate looks towards the servant bot, "Hey, I need some pretty advanced tech do you got something I can take apart?" The small green creature started to speak, questioning the actions of Keeton. "Hey little guy, I am K2 don't worry I am not here to steal Ozma's stuff, I promise. In fact me and red are pretty close, maybe not friends, but close none the less." He replies to cubey, while looking at Ozma. Keeton gradually makes his way towards Riley still pretending to examine stuff aaround the expansive 'house'. "Long time no see," Keeton says still pretending to look at things around the house. "I hope I didn't scare you away last night. It's good to see you." Keeton says smiling towards the Illeyrian.
Keeton finds Gelon finally, and angrily shouts at the mercenary. "Listen! I have a lot of bounties on my head, and this is the reason! He holds up the 'broken calibrator'. I wasn't even there when the old man stole it, nor have I even seen what it does but please, we need to fix it. I will help you take down Darkov, if you help me first!"
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The three arrive in the decimated remains of what use to be the task forces apartment. "sweep the area, the last time we saw the mobster was here. Look for anything that could help our cause." Beatrice's communicator flashes under the recon suit, she pulls up her sleeve a bit. An anonymous message to Megahertz. Can't trace the call, but she knew exactly where to find the Ishkavi. "You two stay here I need to talk to someone." With that, Beatrice cloaks herself once more and heads towards the unit that held Megahertz.
Keeton finds Gelon finally, and angrily shouts at the mercenary. "Listen! I have a lot of bounties on my head, and this is the reason! He holds up the 'broken calibrator'. I wasn't even there when the old man stole it, nor have I even seen what it does but please, we need to fix it. I will help you take down Darkov, if you help me first!"
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The three arrive in the decimated remains of what use to be the task forces apartment. "sweep the area, the last time we saw the mobster was here. Look for anything that could help our cause." Beatrice's communicator flashes under the recon suit, she pulls up her sleeve a bit. An anonymous message to Megahertz. Can't trace the call, but she knew exactly where to find the Ishkavi. "You two stay here I need to talk to someone." With that, Beatrice cloaks herself once more and heads towards the unit that held Megahertz.
Ciril actually removed the lower pair of sunglasses as they entered the cozy home. "No thank you" he said politely to Ozma as he was offered a drink. He prepared to let things settle slightly then continue with his objective..... but K2 was yelling... again.
He approached K2 and Gelon, prepared to referee this if needed. "Easy K2, ....maybe I can help." he turned a bit serious and looked at Gelon. "Is that your plan, to eliminate Drakov? ..... I'd advise against that too. Merely for the sake of everyone on this ship- that happens to belong to him. ... that being said, to catch him more politically would not be out of the question." he looked between them both... concerned. There was no way they would do that or do this with any of the tact required. "Some explaination first, if you please?"
He approached K2 and Gelon, prepared to referee this if needed. "Easy K2, ....maybe I can help." he turned a bit serious and looked at Gelon. "Is that your plan, to eliminate Drakov? ..... I'd advise against that too. Merely for the sake of everyone on this ship- that happens to belong to him. ... that being said, to catch him more politically would not be out of the question." he looked between them both... concerned. There was no way they would do that or do this with any of the tact required. "Some explaination first, if you please?"
Gelon turned to K2 with a smile "sure I can help" he said and watch the calibrator "that is gonna take sometime to fix but anything to undermine Drakov" Gelon said with a grin but then Ciril interrupted but he did have a point "yeah you're right, to hurt Drakov we need to hit it political first getting rid of it's funding" Gelon said agreeing with Ciril then he watch the nervous Ozma "Ozma is something wrong?"
"Ahah no no, Ozma invited non-humans into his house. Makes me wonder if this is even Ozma Knight." She replied to Cubey's question in a tone that was passive aggressive about Ozma. Riley hadn't heard about the news about Deunan's demise so she had no idea why Ozma wasn't his usually 'only humans rule' attitude.
Riley giggled to herself a bit when she heard K2 approaching. The sound on him shifting stuff was fairly obvious. She was flattered at his attempt to be nonchalant but couldn't help but laugh to herself since she can't see him do it. "Long time no see? I can certainly say I haven't seen you before, haha. Nah you don't scare me in the slightest-" She started to say when K2 suddenly started yelling at Gelon. Instinctively she just stopped talking to listen to the conversation. They want to take Drakov down? That seemed like a daunting task. Riley had her own reservations about Drakov but she would never imagine doing anything against such an economic superpower. These three had other plans.
She just stood there, listening in on their conversation, wondering if she should just leave.
Riley giggled to herself a bit when she heard K2 approaching. The sound on him shifting stuff was fairly obvious. She was flattered at his attempt to be nonchalant but couldn't help but laugh to herself since she can't see him do it. "Long time no see? I can certainly say I haven't seen you before, haha. Nah you don't scare me in the slightest-" She started to say when K2 suddenly started yelling at Gelon. Instinctively she just stopped talking to listen to the conversation. They want to take Drakov down? That seemed like a daunting task. Riley had her own reservations about Drakov but she would never imagine doing anything against such an economic superpower. These three had other plans.
She just stood there, listening in on their conversation, wondering if she should just leave.
Ozma frowned, looking away, not in the mood to entertain Riley's taunts, as well as feeling particularly intimidated by K2's mere presence. What a great way to start the day, Ozma thought, being cornered in his own house. Therefore, he just stuck to the wall, folding his arms and wallowing in self pity. It was pathetic, to say the least. His heart skipped a beat when Gelon addressed him, causing him to stand up straight and stare at the ceiling. "UH...n-no, sir! Nothing wrong." It was hard to determine whether he was more intimidated by Gelon or K2. One was a famous mercenary with a terrifying track record, the other a vicious pirate who traumatized him long ago.
That Woman's normally meek, wiltful eyes turned cold and emotionless, as the pirate and the mercenary discussed their conspiracy to take down Drakov...........in front of a Drakov gynoid. She couldn't help but feel insulted. It wasn't like she was hiding her status anyways, with the Drakov insignia clearly printed on her headdress. Riley could feel the heat extruding from the vents on her body, as the synthetic maid stood right next to her. With a low, almost whispering tone, That Woman replied to K2's inqury, "We have spare parts of the deceased Madam Knight's beam charger in the basement. She won't be needing it anymore." Cold, concise. Secretly, That Woman had been recording K2 and Gelon's conversation, transmitting it in real time to the Drakov HQ.
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Ridley and Vlad nodded at Beatrice's orders, and they started scanning the area. Vlad felt rather humiliated after yesterday's ordeals, and was determined to make up for her defeat. Leaping from rubble to rubble, she moved with great determination and ambition, seeking for anything suspicious.
Ridley, meanwhile, lazily walked around, discreetly complaining under his breath, "I'm a warrior not a janitor."
That Woman's normally meek, wiltful eyes turned cold and emotionless, as the pirate and the mercenary discussed their conspiracy to take down Drakov...........in front of a Drakov gynoid. She couldn't help but feel insulted. It wasn't like she was hiding her status anyways, with the Drakov insignia clearly printed on her headdress. Riley could feel the heat extruding from the vents on her body, as the synthetic maid stood right next to her. With a low, almost whispering tone, That Woman replied to K2's inqury, "We have spare parts of the deceased Madam Knight's beam charger in the basement. She won't be needing it anymore." Cold, concise. Secretly, That Woman had been recording K2 and Gelon's conversation, transmitting it in real time to the Drakov HQ.
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Ridley and Vlad nodded at Beatrice's orders, and they started scanning the area. Vlad felt rather humiliated after yesterday's ordeals, and was determined to make up for her defeat. Leaping from rubble to rubble, she moved with great determination and ambition, seeking for anything suspicious.
Ridley, meanwhile, lazily walked around, discreetly complaining under his breath, "I'm a warrior not a janitor."
The setting changes from F.S.S. Realta Nua to Stratevaria Galaxy
As Gelon replied to his chatter and followed along, Cubey plastered a big old grin on his face.
"Glad to hear it was nice for you Gelon! Oohhhh nap time would be good, and sorry that you didn't sleep good either. But we better have breakfast first, you should always eat before going beddy byes because then you wont be as hungry when you wake up!. And yup Ozmas been super nice to me, and that robot maid lady too!", he replied in turn cheerfully before looking nervous from his comment about Keeton.
As he awaited an answer from Ciril and Riley, watching as Ozma let them pass and offer to get them drinks, with the android maid watching on silently, he saw that Ozma quickly checked a communication device of sorts. But no any communicator, the one that Graves had one each to the pair of them, which Cubey was surprised he hadn't heard go off. As he patted his pockets however, he realized this was due to leaving it up stairs, leaving him completely unaware of what the message was. Must of tumbled out of his pocket without realizing. He looked over at Ozma who glanced back in turn, wondering if he should ask him now or later. He decided later since there was other guests too, wouldn't be fine to spoil their visit. Whatever it was though, Ozma sure looked grim.
The odd beastman then stared in puzzlement at the pink haired lady, seeming unable to comprehend her passive aggresiveness as the snek gentleman turned down Ozma's offer for a drink.
"What do you mean? Ozma let me stay the night yesterday! He was super nice and there was dinner and everything.", Cubey asked puzzled, before noticing Keeton fidgeting and inspecting objects around the house, adding to his confusion, complementing Ozma's home. At first nervous at the chance of him seeing which items he wanted to steal, Cubey relaxed as he announced he was definitely not going to do so and was apparently a friend of Ozma's despite his expression saying otherwise. Maybe that's just how he says hello to him.
"Well that's good to hear! I never met a nice pirate before. Or any pirate really. Actually I don't meet a lot of people, because I never left the facility which the nice lab people looked after me. Hallo!"
Keeton also seemed to know the pink haired lady, which he called Riley, as they greeted each-other, and seem interested in any free tech lying around having asked That Woman for parts. He suddenly then began bellowing at Gelon, asking for his help to fix some doodad that Cubey had no idea of what it was and apparently defeat some man Cubey vaguely had an idea of, which Gelon seemed all for it. The cyborg snek also seemed to know Keeton, calling him K2, and declaring they needed more thought since Drakov was actually the owner of the ship.
"Ummmmm why do you guys want to hurt the captain? He's the boss of the ship right? Isn't he taking us to GEHENNA? I don't get it, is he a bad man? And whats the thingamajig your holding? Is this superhero thingy? Because i'm the 'Super Duper' Cubey! Hey why does Keeton also have the name called K2 as well?", Cubey babbled repeatedly, not reading the situation in the slightest.
What he did notice was That Woman staring at the to which he patted her cold metallic hand and reassuringly said; "Dont worry robot lady i'm sure there not bad guys because they are Gelon's friends and Gelon isn't a meanie. Well I don't think so.", before quickly skipping over to Ozma and whispering as quietly as he could; "When should we go see the smokey man with the hat? He called you right?"
"Glad to hear it was nice for you Gelon! Oohhhh nap time would be good, and sorry that you didn't sleep good either. But we better have breakfast first, you should always eat before going beddy byes because then you wont be as hungry when you wake up!. And yup Ozmas been super nice to me, and that robot maid lady too!", he replied in turn cheerfully before looking nervous from his comment about Keeton.
As he awaited an answer from Ciril and Riley, watching as Ozma let them pass and offer to get them drinks, with the android maid watching on silently, he saw that Ozma quickly checked a communication device of sorts. But no any communicator, the one that Graves had one each to the pair of them, which Cubey was surprised he hadn't heard go off. As he patted his pockets however, he realized this was due to leaving it up stairs, leaving him completely unaware of what the message was. Must of tumbled out of his pocket without realizing. He looked over at Ozma who glanced back in turn, wondering if he should ask him now or later. He decided later since there was other guests too, wouldn't be fine to spoil their visit. Whatever it was though, Ozma sure looked grim.
The odd beastman then stared in puzzlement at the pink haired lady, seeming unable to comprehend her passive aggresiveness as the snek gentleman turned down Ozma's offer for a drink.
"What do you mean? Ozma let me stay the night yesterday! He was super nice and there was dinner and everything.", Cubey asked puzzled, before noticing Keeton fidgeting and inspecting objects around the house, adding to his confusion, complementing Ozma's home. At first nervous at the chance of him seeing which items he wanted to steal, Cubey relaxed as he announced he was definitely not going to do so and was apparently a friend of Ozma's despite his expression saying otherwise. Maybe that's just how he says hello to him.
"Well that's good to hear! I never met a nice pirate before. Or any pirate really. Actually I don't meet a lot of people, because I never left the facility which the nice lab people looked after me. Hallo!"
Keeton also seemed to know the pink haired lady, which he called Riley, as they greeted each-other, and seem interested in any free tech lying around having asked That Woman for parts. He suddenly then began bellowing at Gelon, asking for his help to fix some doodad that Cubey had no idea of what it was and apparently defeat some man Cubey vaguely had an idea of, which Gelon seemed all for it. The cyborg snek also seemed to know Keeton, calling him K2, and declaring they needed more thought since Drakov was actually the owner of the ship.
"Ummmmm why do you guys want to hurt the captain? He's the boss of the ship right? Isn't he taking us to GEHENNA? I don't get it, is he a bad man? And whats the thingamajig your holding? Is this superhero thingy? Because i'm the 'Super Duper' Cubey! Hey why does Keeton also have the name called K2 as well?", Cubey babbled repeatedly, not reading the situation in the slightest.
What he did notice was That Woman staring at the to which he patted her cold metallic hand and reassuringly said; "Dont worry robot lady i'm sure there not bad guys because they are Gelon's friends and Gelon isn't a meanie. Well I don't think so.", before quickly skipping over to Ozma and whispering as quietly as he could; "When should we go see the smokey man with the hat? He called you right?"
The setting changes from Stratevaria Galaxy to F.S.S. Realta Nua
Gelon snicker at the hipper active Cubey and pat his head then watch that woman "no we won't take part from duenan's beam saber it's to be left in the condition it's" gelon said slightly mad that that woman even dared to bring such a thing up and with respect for the knights possessions. Gelon turned to Ozma and saw he was nervous and Cubey whisper something, properly something that was typical something for him "K2 and Ciril excuse me for a moment" Gelon says to K2 and Ciril then walk over to Ozma and put his hands on Ozma's shoulder "you can be honest with me okay? I won't get mad, just trust me. You and Cubey are constantly on my mind in worry" gelon said and pat his shoulder with his normal hand "we both have a reputation, me as a famous mercenary and you as a xenophob and wanting the human race to be supreme, but look around you. I don't see that Ozma Knight in front of me and you might see me as a cold, calculating mercenary but I do have a heart and conscience. So if you ever need my help, no matter what just say so okay?" Gelon said to calm Ozma down and reassure him that Gelon just wanted to help him and Cubey to be safe and get through this hard time
Beatrice arrived at the home of The pirate, Protector, Gang Leader, Monster and War Machine. Four of which were on Drakov radar as potential threats, this made tracking and obtaining information about them very easy. However the Eldritch being, has no file whatsoever. However Beatrice was able to figure out that it's name is Byatis. There is also the file containing Keeton ??? (literally no one knows his full name). Not only is he one of the top 10 in the bounties, that little fucker somehow has absolutely no file before approximately two years ago. Boris must've seen something in him if he has allowed him to live this long.
Beatrice takes out a card and slides it through a scanner located near the door. It opens, revealing Megahertz fiddling around with an evil looking device. Beatrice uncloaks, and takes her mask off stuffing it into her suit. "Good morning Mrs. Dracynea, I expect you are having a good day." Beatrice spots the two shadow creatures, lounging in the other side of the room. "Dabbling in the arcane I see." She says smirking at the girl. "Lets make this quick, I need that little communicator of yours. I will give it back, but it is crucial that I obtain it for the time being." She says giving a cheerful face towards the Ishkavi.
Beatrice becomes distracted mid conversation with Megahertz, and presses a button on her communicator. Her visor, covering the left eye, begins to display something not easily seen to those not using the visor. "A revolution, huh." She says completely ignoring Megahertz at this point. "K2, Gelon, and Ozma in the same house, that sounds like an opportunity. Call the federation soldiers, tell them that K2 the pirate is in that house, and have security on standby. If things get rough have the bot kill them as fast as possible, except the small one. Protect the creature, we don't kill kids." Her visor stops displaying the video. "Sorry about that what were you saying?"
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"We can talk about that later, right now we have to get this fixed. We need many advanced weapon parts, we could probably find most of the components on Nekrim, but some will need to be salvaged. If it helps you trust me more, I can tell you guys where I-" Keeton had an unusual hunch, a frightening one if it proved to be true. He turned his head slightly to see the 'Woman' staring directly at the group. His suspicions seemed to be correct, no doubt, it was Drakov merchandise. "Red, maybe you want to tell us that you have a functional Drakov synthetic in your house before we start plotting to overthrow them."
Keeton hears the pounding of feet coming towards the building. He takes his cutlass out from its sheath and puts it on the table. "I'm turning myself in, whoever called the order is hoping for a shootout. They want to take us all out at once." He throws the mechanism in his hand to Gelon, and starts to head for the door.
Beatrice takes out a card and slides it through a scanner located near the door. It opens, revealing Megahertz fiddling around with an evil looking device. Beatrice uncloaks, and takes her mask off stuffing it into her suit. "Good morning Mrs. Dracynea, I expect you are having a good day." Beatrice spots the two shadow creatures, lounging in the other side of the room. "Dabbling in the arcane I see." She says smirking at the girl. "Lets make this quick, I need that little communicator of yours. I will give it back, but it is crucial that I obtain it for the time being." She says giving a cheerful face towards the Ishkavi.
Beatrice becomes distracted mid conversation with Megahertz, and presses a button on her communicator. Her visor, covering the left eye, begins to display something not easily seen to those not using the visor. "A revolution, huh." She says completely ignoring Megahertz at this point. "K2, Gelon, and Ozma in the same house, that sounds like an opportunity. Call the federation soldiers, tell them that K2 the pirate is in that house, and have security on standby. If things get rough have the bot kill them as fast as possible, except the small one. Protect the creature, we don't kill kids." Her visor stops displaying the video. "Sorry about that what were you saying?"
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"We can talk about that later, right now we have to get this fixed. We need many advanced weapon parts, we could probably find most of the components on Nekrim, but some will need to be salvaged. If it helps you trust me more, I can tell you guys where I-" Keeton had an unusual hunch, a frightening one if it proved to be true. He turned his head slightly to see the 'Woman' staring directly at the group. His suspicions seemed to be correct, no doubt, it was Drakov merchandise. "Red, maybe you want to tell us that you have a functional Drakov synthetic in your house before we start plotting to overthrow them."
Keeton hears the pounding of feet coming towards the building. He takes his cutlass out from its sheath and puts it on the table. "I'm turning myself in, whoever called the order is hoping for a shootout. They want to take us all out at once." He throws the mechanism in his hand to Gelon, and starts to head for the door.
Ciril blinked rapidly as he saw K2 lay down his arms. "I trust you have a plan, K2. Otherwise, might I suggest an alternative." he said quickly, almost impulsively as K2 walked to what he saw as certain doom. His eyes flicked to that woman, then back to K2. Gelon was no concern of his, and now he was likely on the record as having said anti-Drakov things. This was a tight spot they were in. He looked at Ozma, "Back door?" Then at the rest of the occupants, Riley and Cubey, "Please take cover there will likely be some resistance." he said, polite as ever. "K2, I can buy some time and negotiation, I'm sure of it."
Chiming sounds from Graves's data pad, indicating some sort of message. Lifting his arm, Graves withdraws the fabric of his jacket, revealing the small device attached to his arm. Activating the screen, Graves falls backwards, crashing into a silvery wall, bruising his shoulder slightly. "What the hell is this?" he mutters. Facing up at him is an animated rendition of him stabbing Deunan, black liquid flowing from his eyes and mouth .
//Is there a problem, Mr. Graves? appears,a message from Crotis, causing the disturbing image to fade away. Bristling angrily, Graves continues to stalk towards Megahert'z dwelling. What the hell did this AI think it was? More importantly, what had Graves done by allowing it onto his data pad.
There better be a really good explenation for that image, Crotis, or else you aren't going to be active much longer.
You think you could stop me that easily, Mr. Graves? It would be a pleasure to see you try such an action.
Just tell me what you bothered me about in the first place.
Rather than receiving an answer from Crotis, a small screen pops up on the data pad, displaying a loading symbol and a small replica of a communicator. The same type of communicator he had given to Megahertz, Ozma, and Cubey. Attention caught, his heavy brows furrowed, straining to hear as the loading symbol disappeared and sound began to come through. The voice he recognized immediately. It was that damned Drakov slave Beatrice. Maybe now would be a perfect time to-
I also thought it would be helpful to inform you that the Federation military is on the ship in force, including an old war comrade of yours.
Now that was news. Graves wasn't surprised that Crotis had been able to access his past, the damn thing showed a tendency towards knowing too much. It was the presence of Federation personnel. Dagojouiise was a neutral planet and the Realta Nua a corporate ship. While he had led a terrorist attack he hadn't expected such a quick response. Surely there was some other business for them to take care of somewhere. Though with someone he knew on the ship... Maybe, just maybe.
Lead me to him, Crotis. Be helpful
Five minutes later
Graves smiled wryly as he strode next to a friend from his unit during the Great War, Orion Thomson. Multiple times they had saved each other's lives, forming part of a core group of veterans in his unit that led the young bloods in to battle, turning defeats into victories or saving lives were they pushed back. Not something he would want to happen again, but it was an honorable time.
"You understand what I am asking you to do Orion, correct? There might be backlash from your superiors from this. Also, are you sure your squad will comply?" asked Graves. Orion chuckled, his robotic arm and eye screeching ever so faintly as they rubbed along their metal casings. The replacements were old by any standard yet they did their job.
"They'll do, Jeremy. They'll do. Besides, I've never faced an Ishkavi before. Ah yes, here's a pistol. Thought you might like something other than that measly knife you have," Orion responded. Extracting a small laspistol, he flipped the weapon and presented the grip to Graves. Nodding lightly, Graves accepted it before motioning to the right. In front of them appears the house, still quite damaged from yesterday's events. Behind them, the five soldiers spread out in a line, each hefting their assault rifle in preparation for the encounter. Behind them walked a small mechanical unit, carrying a small laser cannon. Most likely overkill but safety in weapons, safety in health.
Checking the data pad, he listened as Beatrice finished addressing Megahertz. Distracted. Good. Kicking the front door open, he walks in with pistol and power knife hanging from his hands. "Salutations, Beatrice! Pleasure to meet you again, though the circumstances appear to be different this time," he gloated. Behind him, Orion and his squad stepped through the door, training their weapons on her. "Now, if I heard correctly, you were trying to take that communicator I gave Megahertz. That isn't very nice." Motioning his hand, one of the soldiers pressed a button on their rifle, launching an electrical charge at Beatrice. A very large, very painful taser. He smiled as the energy ran over her body, causing spasms. "If you would be so kind as to put down your weapon I'm sure we could talk this out."
//Is there a problem, Mr. Graves? appears,a message from Crotis, causing the disturbing image to fade away. Bristling angrily, Graves continues to stalk towards Megahert'z dwelling. What the hell did this AI think it was? More importantly, what had Graves done by allowing it onto his data pad.
There better be a really good explenation for that image, Crotis, or else you aren't going to be active much longer.
You think you could stop me that easily, Mr. Graves? It would be a pleasure to see you try such an action.
Just tell me what you bothered me about in the first place.
Rather than receiving an answer from Crotis, a small screen pops up on the data pad, displaying a loading symbol and a small replica of a communicator. The same type of communicator he had given to Megahertz, Ozma, and Cubey. Attention caught, his heavy brows furrowed, straining to hear as the loading symbol disappeared and sound began to come through. The voice he recognized immediately. It was that damned Drakov slave Beatrice. Maybe now would be a perfect time to-
I also thought it would be helpful to inform you that the Federation military is on the ship in force, including an old war comrade of yours.
Now that was news. Graves wasn't surprised that Crotis had been able to access his past, the damn thing showed a tendency towards knowing too much. It was the presence of Federation personnel. Dagojouiise was a neutral planet and the Realta Nua a corporate ship. While he had led a terrorist attack he hadn't expected such a quick response. Surely there was some other business for them to take care of somewhere. Though with someone he knew on the ship... Maybe, just maybe.
Lead me to him, Crotis. Be helpful
Five minutes later
Graves smiled wryly as he strode next to a friend from his unit during the Great War, Orion Thomson. Multiple times they had saved each other's lives, forming part of a core group of veterans in his unit that led the young bloods in to battle, turning defeats into victories or saving lives were they pushed back. Not something he would want to happen again, but it was an honorable time.
"You understand what I am asking you to do Orion, correct? There might be backlash from your superiors from this. Also, are you sure your squad will comply?" asked Graves. Orion chuckled, his robotic arm and eye screeching ever so faintly as they rubbed along their metal casings. The replacements were old by any standard yet they did their job.
"They'll do, Jeremy. They'll do. Besides, I've never faced an Ishkavi before. Ah yes, here's a pistol. Thought you might like something other than that measly knife you have," Orion responded. Extracting a small laspistol, he flipped the weapon and presented the grip to Graves. Nodding lightly, Graves accepted it before motioning to the right. In front of them appears the house, still quite damaged from yesterday's events. Behind them, the five soldiers spread out in a line, each hefting their assault rifle in preparation for the encounter. Behind them walked a small mechanical unit, carrying a small laser cannon. Most likely overkill but safety in weapons, safety in health.
Checking the data pad, he listened as Beatrice finished addressing Megahertz. Distracted. Good. Kicking the front door open, he walks in with pistol and power knife hanging from his hands. "Salutations, Beatrice! Pleasure to meet you again, though the circumstances appear to be different this time," he gloated. Behind him, Orion and his squad stepped through the door, training their weapons on her. "Now, if I heard correctly, you were trying to take that communicator I gave Megahertz. That isn't very nice." Motioning his hand, one of the soldiers pressed a button on their rifle, launching an electrical charge at Beatrice. A very large, very painful taser. He smiled as the energy ran over her body, causing spasms. "If you would be so kind as to put down your weapon I'm sure we could talk this out."
Lekan listened as Quin explained how Genesiors aged, feeling heartened at what he assumed was pride in Quin's voice. It was interesting to hear her talk about her species, since even during his travels he had heard very little about them.
...Wait, her? No, him. After the initial shock and ensuing awkwardness had passed, Lekan had momentarily lapsed back into perceiving Quin as female. It must have been the voice, he thought.
"Just how old are you, Quin?" he asked once they reached the elevator doors. "In Standard years, of course." He pressed the button that would call the elevator up, looking intently at Quin while they waited for it to arrive.
...Wait, her? No, him. After the initial shock and ensuing awkwardness had passed, Lekan had momentarily lapsed back into perceiving Quin as female. It must have been the voice, he thought.
"Just how old are you, Quin?" he asked once they reached the elevator doors. "In Standard years, of course." He pressed the button that would call the elevator up, looking intently at Quin while they waited for it to arrive.
Ozma shrunk further and further as Cubey showed genuine concern and kindness towards him. Perhaps Drakov was wrong after all. They may not be human, but they all talk, walk, laugh, and cry like him. What was that word? The most inspiring word Ozma had ever heard. "Humanity"? Perhaps, in this day and age, it was time for a new word. Something more...universal.
That Woman stared blankly, not even giving a glance to Cubey. 'Not meanies'? Perhaps. But she was not in the position to decide for herself. She was a machine, a tool. The ability to think for herself was a burden she would rather not bear, as it made her job more difficult than it had to be.
Ozma looked up from his reflection to see Gelon suddenly in front of him. He widened his eyes and instinctively stood up straight. He listened quietly, and became rather touched when Gelon mentioned him being in his thoughts. For most of his life, only two people ever cared about him: His sister and Boris. His father barely acknowledged him, and his unpleasant personality was not very inviting...a fact that even he realized (and secretly resented). Yet Gelon here was genuinely being friendly to him. Ozma looked down, cleared his throat, and paused for a few seconds. It was time he confess to somebody, and he would rather not do it to Cubey. Thus, Ozma whispered, "S-Sir Gelon, sir....I...need to tell you something about...my sister's death...."
Before he could continue though, a loud banging was heard at the door. Ozma couldn't even catch K2's advise, before loud and aggressive voices were heard by the door.
"THIS IS THE FEDERATION! OPEN THE DOOR!"
They could hear the sound of dozens of guns being cocked.
Ozma stared at K2, terrified, whispering rhetorically, "W-what are you doing?!" That Woman, meanwhile, simply stared with her bright red eyes.
Ozma glanced at Ciril, whispering, "T-this house only has one door...." He then lowered his head and sheepishly whispered, "...Sorry." He however, complied and nodded at Ciril's suggestion, looking at Cubey and Gelon while moving back against the walls of the living room, beckoning them to come along.
The door was quickly kicked open, causing it to crack violently and hang loosely by one of its hinges. Soldiers in dark blue armors wielding double-barreled rifles pour into the house. A dozen. Two dozens. Their bright blue visors so bright as to almost blind all those who directly look at them. Their Captain was distinguished by an extra orange-colored pauldron on the right side of his body, and he aimed his rifle at K2.
"So, you're K2-the-space-the-not-so-infamous-space-pirate.", he asked in a mildly affable, mostly deadpan tone. He stood up straight, and planted the rifle stock-first on the ground, with his hands clasped on top of the barrel. An intimidation technique. By appearing nonchalant, the Captain made sure K2 knew he was not afraid of the space pirate. "Name's Captain Harrison. Charmed. Now, are we going to do this the easy way, or the hard way?"
Ozma glanced between Gelon and Ciril, suspecting that one of them was going to do something. Hopefully nothing stupid....
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Megahertz stood up in surprise and instinctively hid the spider leg by placing her hands behind her back as Beatrice came in. She looked up in panic at the significantly taller woman, whispering under her breath, "Oh nooo, not you...." Needless to say, she was rather terrified.
The hell hound Danny growled and entered into a predatory, crouching gait as Beatrice barged inside. Manny the deathcat simply sat still and stared with his chesire cat-like grin.
Megahertz looked between her two thralls and Beatrice. She wasn't surprised when Beatrice demanded the communicator, gritting her teeth as her eyes travel down to her chest area, where the Drakov insignia was printed. She opened her mouth, which ended up hanging as she watch Beatrice get distracted. 'A revolution'? 'K2'? Looks like this little war between Drakov and Graves was going to be unavoidable....
She was rather surprised when Beatrice mentioned an unwillingness to kill children though. So surprised, that she stuttered as Beatrice talked to her again. "A-ah, no, I...can't-"
Before she could finish her sentence, the door was kicked open, and Graves entered the fray with his cavalry. A loud "WAH?!" was all that Megahertz could say when Beatrice was tased. She looked down, watching her spasm on the floor, all the while thinking to herself, that things escalate very, very quickly around here....
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"28.", Quin responded, short and sweet and-..did her voice just returned to the feminine and youthful one? Yes, yes it did. So did her body, having shrunk a few inches down and gaining more feminine features. If Lekan paid attention, he could also see that her face actually became more feminine in this stage, being rounder and with wider eyes. It was more noticeable now that he saw her transforming back. Quin then glanced to see Federation Soldiers running towards the Upper Class Houses. Quite a few of them, in fact, and her curiosity was piqued.
"........That is a lot of soldiers.", Quin muttered.
That Woman stared blankly, not even giving a glance to Cubey. 'Not meanies'? Perhaps. But she was not in the position to decide for herself. She was a machine, a tool. The ability to think for herself was a burden she would rather not bear, as it made her job more difficult than it had to be.
Ozma looked up from his reflection to see Gelon suddenly in front of him. He widened his eyes and instinctively stood up straight. He listened quietly, and became rather touched when Gelon mentioned him being in his thoughts. For most of his life, only two people ever cared about him: His sister and Boris. His father barely acknowledged him, and his unpleasant personality was not very inviting...a fact that even he realized (and secretly resented). Yet Gelon here was genuinely being friendly to him. Ozma looked down, cleared his throat, and paused for a few seconds. It was time he confess to somebody, and he would rather not do it to Cubey. Thus, Ozma whispered, "S-Sir Gelon, sir....I...need to tell you something about...my sister's death...."
Before he could continue though, a loud banging was heard at the door. Ozma couldn't even catch K2's advise, before loud and aggressive voices were heard by the door.
"THIS IS THE FEDERATION! OPEN THE DOOR!"
They could hear the sound of dozens of guns being cocked.
Ozma stared at K2, terrified, whispering rhetorically, "W-what are you doing?!" That Woman, meanwhile, simply stared with her bright red eyes.
Ozma glanced at Ciril, whispering, "T-this house only has one door...." He then lowered his head and sheepishly whispered, "...Sorry." He however, complied and nodded at Ciril's suggestion, looking at Cubey and Gelon while moving back against the walls of the living room, beckoning them to come along.
The door was quickly kicked open, causing it to crack violently and hang loosely by one of its hinges. Soldiers in dark blue armors wielding double-barreled rifles pour into the house. A dozen. Two dozens. Their bright blue visors so bright as to almost blind all those who directly look at them. Their Captain was distinguished by an extra orange-colored pauldron on the right side of his body, and he aimed his rifle at K2.
"So, you're K2-the-space-the-not-so-infamous-space-pirate.", he asked in a mildly affable, mostly deadpan tone. He stood up straight, and planted the rifle stock-first on the ground, with his hands clasped on top of the barrel. An intimidation technique. By appearing nonchalant, the Captain made sure K2 knew he was not afraid of the space pirate. "Name's Captain Harrison. Charmed. Now, are we going to do this the easy way, or the hard way?"
Ozma glanced between Gelon and Ciril, suspecting that one of them was going to do something. Hopefully nothing stupid....
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Megahertz stood up in surprise and instinctively hid the spider leg by placing her hands behind her back as Beatrice came in. She looked up in panic at the significantly taller woman, whispering under her breath, "Oh nooo, not you...." Needless to say, she was rather terrified.
The hell hound Danny growled and entered into a predatory, crouching gait as Beatrice barged inside. Manny the deathcat simply sat still and stared with his chesire cat-like grin.
Megahertz looked between her two thralls and Beatrice. She wasn't surprised when Beatrice demanded the communicator, gritting her teeth as her eyes travel down to her chest area, where the Drakov insignia was printed. She opened her mouth, which ended up hanging as she watch Beatrice get distracted. 'A revolution'? 'K2'? Looks like this little war between Drakov and Graves was going to be unavoidable....
She was rather surprised when Beatrice mentioned an unwillingness to kill children though. So surprised, that she stuttered as Beatrice talked to her again. "A-ah, no, I...can't-"
Before she could finish her sentence, the door was kicked open, and Graves entered the fray with his cavalry. A loud "WAH?!" was all that Megahertz could say when Beatrice was tased. She looked down, watching her spasm on the floor, all the while thinking to herself, that things escalate very, very quickly around here....
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"28.", Quin responded, short and sweet and-..did her voice just returned to the feminine and youthful one? Yes, yes it did. So did her body, having shrunk a few inches down and gaining more feminine features. If Lekan paid attention, he could also see that her face actually became more feminine in this stage, being rounder and with wider eyes. It was more noticeable now that he saw her transforming back. Quin then glanced to see Federation Soldiers running towards the Upper Class Houses. Quite a few of them, in fact, and her curiosity was piqued.
"........That is a lot of soldiers.", Quin muttered.
Riley frowned when Cubey mentioned a lab. She briefly recalled her time in the Cerioan labs. It was definitely not friendly like Cubey described his own experience. Her thoughts were so distracting that she didn't notice the situation getting more tense and Ciril addressing that they should leave. Those thoughts however completely disappeared as the Fed soldiers knocking down the door, snapped her back into reality. "Ahh!" She let out a quick screech as she heard several men cocking their guns in their direction. She instinctively rose her arms. "I didn't do anything!" She blurted out. Things escalated so quickly, she could just teleport and leave the group but...no...not again. She promised herself she wouldn't. Riley just kept quiet, hoping that complying would keep everyone safe.
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Ophelia wandered for a while. Not quite sure what to do. She knew for a while that the Federation soldiers probably wouldn't go after her. She just couldn't feel like she deserved Mosa and his hospitality. She wandered a bit in the residential area, walking over the left over rubble from the night before. Her ears flicked as she caught the sound of men rushing towards a house. She kept her distance, but moved in to watch from an alleyway. Several armed men, rushed into a more regal looking house. Thanks to her hearing, Ophelia was able to listen in from where she was. A Drakov employee? Interesting. Then the sound of a taser. Ophelia couldn't help but barely grin. Just barely. She stayed where she was to eavesdrop, being interested even though she had little context. 'Down with Drakov' was all she needed.
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Ophelia wandered for a while. Not quite sure what to do. She knew for a while that the Federation soldiers probably wouldn't go after her. She just couldn't feel like she deserved Mosa and his hospitality. She wandered a bit in the residential area, walking over the left over rubble from the night before. Her ears flicked as she caught the sound of men rushing towards a house. She kept her distance, but moved in to watch from an alleyway. Several armed men, rushed into a more regal looking house. Thanks to her hearing, Ophelia was able to listen in from where she was. A Drakov employee? Interesting. Then the sound of a taser. Ophelia couldn't help but barely grin. Just barely. She stayed where she was to eavesdrop, being interested even though she had little context. 'Down with Drakov' was all she needed.
Gelon listens to Ozma but was disturbed by the fed demanding to be let in and K2 throwing the broken device "Keeton don't!" Gelon said but it was too late the fed kicked the door down and rushed in "Ozma I can make us a second door now everyone to the back!" Gelon said and watch the fed troops, he knew the feds weren't here cause they figured out they bumped in to K2 Earlier, no drakov was behind this so gelon was also on their list together with Ciril "ciril better prepare yourself cause these troops aren't here by coincidence" gelon said aching to grab Keeton and just ramming through the wall "ciril what do you advice? Brawl to get keeton back or bail, I do favor saving Keeton"
"I am aware that they were led directly here, Mr. Deskovitch." Ciril replied quickly but evenly. No back door. It was too late as he heard Gelon continue to speak, and watching the federation troops burst into the room. His instinct was negotiation , he didn't want a firefight as potentially a lot of the others would be hurt. He looked at the pirate, surprised he would give himself up so quickly, that was surprisingly selfless.
He raised his hands but activated his coils into defensive mode, arcing one around and in front of K2, creating a sort of metal sheild over vitals, and also a barrier between him and the Feds. "Good day, Captain Harrison!" he raised his voice slightly to command attention. "Ciril Ekhart, Special Intelligence Agent, you will find the man in question is in my supervision. Both the Federation and the Protector's Alliance are aware of him, I will be handling this." he said, hoping this would work. It was true, they were aware, but it wasn't the federation that assigned Ciril to K2 and Clockwork. He was aware too, of recent messages and K2's increasing bounty on his head. And why was he sticking his neck out for this rash young pirate? He was not a person of high authority with amazing secrets of the galaxy.... well it was too late now. He had acted impulsively and thrown his lot in with K2.
He raised his hands but activated his coils into defensive mode, arcing one around and in front of K2, creating a sort of metal sheild over vitals, and also a barrier between him and the Feds. "Good day, Captain Harrison!" he raised his voice slightly to command attention. "Ciril Ekhart, Special Intelligence Agent, you will find the man in question is in my supervision. Both the Federation and the Protector's Alliance are aware of him, I will be handling this." he said, hoping this would work. It was true, they were aware, but it wasn't the federation that assigned Ciril to K2 and Clockwork. He was aware too, of recent messages and K2's increasing bounty on his head. And why was he sticking his neck out for this rash young pirate? He was not a person of high authority with amazing secrets of the galaxy.... well it was too late now. He had acted impulsively and thrown his lot in with K2.
Awaiting Ozma's reply, the red haired human didn't have much chance to reply to Cubey as Gelon approached the pair, telling them how he cares about the pair of them, and patting Ozma and the shoulder telling him, well something. Cubey didn't really understand what he meant, except it was something about them having reputations. What he did understand however, was that he promised to help them both, if they needed it.
"We can help you too Gelon! Because i'm super good at helping! Just ask anyone! Apart from people that don't know me!", Cubey pitched in, trying his best to get involved as he beamed a grin at the two humans. His grin diminished somewhat when he noticed Keeton's expression towards That Woman, seeming upset about her being made by Drakov, where the gears rolled in Cubey's head.
"Ah I get it! Drakov is a company and a person! Or did he just make it? I'm confused again now! Hey wait, it's not red's fault, you all burst in without explaining anything and stuff!", his last comment directed at Keeton in annoyance of blaming his friend.
Suddenly, there was the sound of marching coming towards the front door of Ozma's home and loudly declaring they federation soldiers. Cubey was extremely nervous, thinking the federation soldiers were back to hurt Gelon, or maybe they were just means and wanted to break Ozma's stuff. He certainly wasn't happy that they would find out why soon with the sound of their rifles being put at the ready. What he didn't expect was the space pirate to announce he was going to surrender, he definitely wasn't alone in thinking that. Before he could comment Ciril told him to head for cover and asked Ozma if there was a back exit, as well as suggesting to negotiate with the troops. As Cubey decided to hide behind a sofa, he hoped that they could be talked out of it. A lot less laser shot's and plasma bolts indoors would always be a nice option to have.
As Ozma admitted there was no back exit, Cubey was even more panicked, clambering over to Ozma a she beckoned to him, though not for comfort, but to guard him, for some reason expecting them to harm him first and whispering to the house's host; "Don't worry, I'll stop them meanies from hurting you!".
Suddenly, the federation troops burst through the door, with their leader, who had an air of arrogance and authority and announced himself as Captain Harrison, asking Keeton almost immediately after they all stormed into the room if he wanted to go the easy way or the hard way. A question that always confused Cubey, since both options were nearly always bad ones, and therefore, not easy to make. He quickly snapped his head over to see Riley fearfully deny having done any wrong, which the mutated beastman couldn't help but feeling sorry for, the poor woman being dragged into the whole situation, in a classic case of the wrong place at the wrong time. His pity was switched with befuddlement form Gelon's hasty words, declaring he could make another door. Silly Gelon, this was no time to build one! That would take too long! What could he possibly do to make a door in time? He did seem adamant however, a trait that Cubey admired, despite himself not knowing the words adamant and admired.
He then remembered what Ciril mentioned before the troops arrived, that they were lead here. Something that worried Cubey immensely, and thinking with his childish mind what could of possibly caused this, but alas to no avail.
His futile attempts of deciphering the grand mystery were switched to thoughts of awe as he saw the sunglasses wearing cybernetic snek protect Keeton with some sort of metal shield and a barrier in front of himself, fearlessly proclaiming that he was a secret agent, and that the pirate was under his protection. The only thing Cubey could think of however, that he couldn't help blabbing was this;
"He's a super spy! A super secret spy! That's awesome! He's a spy! Did you guys here? Huh? Did you Ozma? He's a super spy! It's soo cool! He's so cool! I never met a spy before!"
He continued to chant this irritating fact over and over as he hoped up and down in giddiness before adding as an after thought; "Oh wait, maybe those guys I met back in that Guardian Lab place ages ago were spies. Hmmmm I don't remember.", and continuing the chanting.
"We can help you too Gelon! Because i'm super good at helping! Just ask anyone! Apart from people that don't know me!", Cubey pitched in, trying his best to get involved as he beamed a grin at the two humans. His grin diminished somewhat when he noticed Keeton's expression towards That Woman, seeming upset about her being made by Drakov, where the gears rolled in Cubey's head.
"Ah I get it! Drakov is a company and a person! Or did he just make it? I'm confused again now! Hey wait, it's not red's fault, you all burst in without explaining anything and stuff!", his last comment directed at Keeton in annoyance of blaming his friend.
Suddenly, there was the sound of marching coming towards the front door of Ozma's home and loudly declaring they federation soldiers. Cubey was extremely nervous, thinking the federation soldiers were back to hurt Gelon, or maybe they were just means and wanted to break Ozma's stuff. He certainly wasn't happy that they would find out why soon with the sound of their rifles being put at the ready. What he didn't expect was the space pirate to announce he was going to surrender, he definitely wasn't alone in thinking that. Before he could comment Ciril told him to head for cover and asked Ozma if there was a back exit, as well as suggesting to negotiate with the troops. As Cubey decided to hide behind a sofa, he hoped that they could be talked out of it. A lot less laser shot's and plasma bolts indoors would always be a nice option to have.
As Ozma admitted there was no back exit, Cubey was even more panicked, clambering over to Ozma a she beckoned to him, though not for comfort, but to guard him, for some reason expecting them to harm him first and whispering to the house's host; "Don't worry, I'll stop them meanies from hurting you!".
Suddenly, the federation troops burst through the door, with their leader, who had an air of arrogance and authority and announced himself as Captain Harrison, asking Keeton almost immediately after they all stormed into the room if he wanted to go the easy way or the hard way. A question that always confused Cubey, since both options were nearly always bad ones, and therefore, not easy to make. He quickly snapped his head over to see Riley fearfully deny having done any wrong, which the mutated beastman couldn't help but feeling sorry for, the poor woman being dragged into the whole situation, in a classic case of the wrong place at the wrong time. His pity was switched with befuddlement form Gelon's hasty words, declaring he could make another door. Silly Gelon, this was no time to build one! That would take too long! What could he possibly do to make a door in time? He did seem adamant however, a trait that Cubey admired, despite himself not knowing the words adamant and admired.
He then remembered what Ciril mentioned before the troops arrived, that they were lead here. Something that worried Cubey immensely, and thinking with his childish mind what could of possibly caused this, but alas to no avail.
His futile attempts of deciphering the grand mystery were switched to thoughts of awe as he saw the sunglasses wearing cybernetic snek protect Keeton with some sort of metal shield and a barrier in front of himself, fearlessly proclaiming that he was a secret agent, and that the pirate was under his protection. The only thing Cubey could think of however, that he couldn't help blabbing was this;
"He's a super spy! A super secret spy! That's awesome! He's a spy! Did you guys here? Huh? Did you Ozma? He's a super spy! It's soo cool! He's so cool! I never met a spy before!"
He continued to chant this irritating fact over and over as he hoped up and down in giddiness before adding as an after thought; "Oh wait, maybe those guys I met back in that Guardian Lab place ages ago were spies. Hmmmm I don't remember.", and continuing the chanting.
Keeton only looked towards the door, not responding to Ciril asking for a plan, or Gelon rudely mentioning his name again. The pirate knew what lie ahead. The max prison for him, they will find him to be one of the worst criminals in history for doing next to nothing. Then throw him in a cell, until he was bludgeoned to death by one of the actual worst criminals in history. Keeton felt genuine fear, not like in Nebulon, where the mech had almost sliced him completely in half. This fear was inescapable. maybe it would be different, if it was just Gelon, Ciril, and him. As he looked back to the group there stood a boy he had done terrible things to tortured and spit on, a child blabbering on about something crazy and fantastic, and the prettiest girl with the most beautiful pink hair. The ruffian sighed. Keeton knew he couldn't put them in danger, but he also could not let hopes be brought down.
"You lot are a hell of a team, especially you short stuff!" Keeton says, expertly wiping away his miserable stare to a headstrong and determined grin. "I do have a plan Ciril, it is to ensure the safety of each individual here." Counting comes from the other side of the door as a battering ram hits the entrance way on the number 1. "Listen to me Gelon, you must keep fighting. I will find a way to escape I promise you that. In the mean time repair the Roger, and whatever you do don't let them get their hands on it. Unfortunately for you blokes, Captain Sully made sure to lock that machine up tight, so only I will be able to use it." The words 'Captain Sully' pierced the room, and all who were competent enough to comprehend the name, knew exactly who Captain Sullivan was.
The door is kicked open, and many federation troops file into the room. Their leader stands confidently mocking the young prodigy with his words. "The easy way, or the hard way." The federation knew Keeton, the ruffian had some close calls with them before. They all stood rifles ready to neutralize both Keeton and his companions. Ciril made an attempt to bargain his way out of the conflict with a deal, a dumb idea, but thoughtful. Keeton was flattered. He pushed aside the wing like projections shielding him and walked with hands behind his head towards the soldier in charge. "Well Captain Harrison it looks like it's your lucky day, cause we will for once be doing this the easy way." Keeton says still grinning dumbly at the commander. "Oi! Ciril, tell Clockwork I said sorry, and for the love of christ gelon, MY NAME IS K2!" Keeton shouts towards the group while being shoved out the entrance, until the door finally closes leaving only silence in the now more empty room.
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This was a fucked situation from the start, and now it got only worst. We were only a few hours away from the fucking moon, Keeton had given up, And that shit bag Graves keeps ruining Beatrice's day. She got back to the apartment where Ridley and Vlad were still searching for salvageable equipment. Her recon suit had been shot to shit, her eye badly bruised, and a small hole pouring crimson blood was visible near her right lung. Her eyes, once beaming with green neon energy, now were dimmed, and her gauntlets placed upon either arm were horribly damaged. "Abandon mission..." was all she could muster, before fading out of conciseness, and falling to the floor.
10 minutes before
Beatrice struggles to find her footing, unexpectedly she had been forced to the ground by ways of muscle constriction, also known as a taser. She pulled the needles from her body and quickly snapped the chords fueling them. "Yes, let us talk." Beatrice says turning towards the squadron backed by the very mobster himself. Beatrice does as he says and takes off both gauntlets, throwing them to the floor. Beatrice needed only a few minutes in order to wipe out the entirety of the 'resistance'. "Shall we talk about, the actions of a one Jeremy Graves and how his 'escapade' led to the assassination of two important dignitaries aboard my ship, or should we discuss the extremely dangerous and hostile program, that is so far advanced that it infiltrated private Drakov servers without so much as a threat to the software itself. Please explain to me why I am here having multiple primitive idiots pointing their 'boom sticks' in my direction, on my fucking ship!" That's all the time she needed to kill. In the next moment the laser cannon aims at a federation soldier, and blasts a giant hole smoldering through his torso. Beatrice quickly lands a savage punch on the left jaw of Jeremy, knocking him to the ground and zips to cover. An all out gun fight now ensues, while federation soldiers try to pulverize the older Ishkavi with concussive rounds, grenades, and laser clips. Beatrice has no choice it is life or death at this point, and the latter is not an option. She pulls up the leg of her recon suit and takes the small pistol holstered there, and a pair of ear plugs next to it. She places the ear protection into her own ears, and aims towards the soldiers. She pulls the trigger. A sound escapes from the gun, so low, you can almost not hear it. In the next instant whatever was standing in the pathway of the gun, including cover, is shattered and blown apart. Carnage sweeping over the soldiers watching the visceral sight of their companions being literally blown into bits, all of the soldiers seem to flee. Beatrice breathes heavily, making her way to the exit. However she is ambushed by Orion, and feels a sharp pain come from her right side. She looks down to find a knife piercing through her breast she looks up, and shows the man her evil and sadistic expression, Beatrice licks her lips with her vile cat like tongue before pulling the trigger on the man blowing his head clean off. Parts of brain matter fall from the sky and blood stains both the inside and outside of the apartment. Beatrice hobbles over to her gauntlets, and proceeds to put them back on her wrists. "You will have your war." she says spitting on the unconscious Graves, as she limps her way back to her squad.
"You lot are a hell of a team, especially you short stuff!" Keeton says, expertly wiping away his miserable stare to a headstrong and determined grin. "I do have a plan Ciril, it is to ensure the safety of each individual here." Counting comes from the other side of the door as a battering ram hits the entrance way on the number 1. "Listen to me Gelon, you must keep fighting. I will find a way to escape I promise you that. In the mean time repair the Roger, and whatever you do don't let them get their hands on it. Unfortunately for you blokes, Captain Sully made sure to lock that machine up tight, so only I will be able to use it." The words 'Captain Sully' pierced the room, and all who were competent enough to comprehend the name, knew exactly who Captain Sullivan was.
The door is kicked open, and many federation troops file into the room. Their leader stands confidently mocking the young prodigy with his words. "The easy way, or the hard way." The federation knew Keeton, the ruffian had some close calls with them before. They all stood rifles ready to neutralize both Keeton and his companions. Ciril made an attempt to bargain his way out of the conflict with a deal, a dumb idea, but thoughtful. Keeton was flattered. He pushed aside the wing like projections shielding him and walked with hands behind his head towards the soldier in charge. "Well Captain Harrison it looks like it's your lucky day, cause we will for once be doing this the easy way." Keeton says still grinning dumbly at the commander. "Oi! Ciril, tell Clockwork I said sorry, and for the love of christ gelon, MY NAME IS K2!" Keeton shouts towards the group while being shoved out the entrance, until the door finally closes leaving only silence in the now more empty room.
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This was a fucked situation from the start, and now it got only worst. We were only a few hours away from the fucking moon, Keeton had given up, And that shit bag Graves keeps ruining Beatrice's day. She got back to the apartment where Ridley and Vlad were still searching for salvageable equipment. Her recon suit had been shot to shit, her eye badly bruised, and a small hole pouring crimson blood was visible near her right lung. Her eyes, once beaming with green neon energy, now were dimmed, and her gauntlets placed upon either arm were horribly damaged. "Abandon mission..." was all she could muster, before fading out of conciseness, and falling to the floor.
10 minutes before
Beatrice struggles to find her footing, unexpectedly she had been forced to the ground by ways of muscle constriction, also known as a taser. She pulled the needles from her body and quickly snapped the chords fueling them. "Yes, let us talk." Beatrice says turning towards the squadron backed by the very mobster himself. Beatrice does as he says and takes off both gauntlets, throwing them to the floor. Beatrice needed only a few minutes in order to wipe out the entirety of the 'resistance'. "Shall we talk about, the actions of a one Jeremy Graves and how his 'escapade' led to the assassination of two important dignitaries aboard my ship, or should we discuss the extremely dangerous and hostile program, that is so far advanced that it infiltrated private Drakov servers without so much as a threat to the software itself. Please explain to me why I am here having multiple primitive idiots pointing their 'boom sticks' in my direction, on my fucking ship!" That's all the time she needed to kill. In the next moment the laser cannon aims at a federation soldier, and blasts a giant hole smoldering through his torso. Beatrice quickly lands a savage punch on the left jaw of Jeremy, knocking him to the ground and zips to cover. An all out gun fight now ensues, while federation soldiers try to pulverize the older Ishkavi with concussive rounds, grenades, and laser clips. Beatrice has no choice it is life or death at this point, and the latter is not an option. She pulls up the leg of her recon suit and takes the small pistol holstered there, and a pair of ear plugs next to it. She places the ear protection into her own ears, and aims towards the soldiers. She pulls the trigger. A sound escapes from the gun, so low, you can almost not hear it. In the next instant whatever was standing in the pathway of the gun, including cover, is shattered and blown apart. Carnage sweeping over the soldiers watching the visceral sight of their companions being literally blown into bits, all of the soldiers seem to flee. Beatrice breathes heavily, making her way to the exit. However she is ambushed by Orion, and feels a sharp pain come from her right side. She looks down to find a knife piercing through her breast she looks up, and shows the man her evil and sadistic expression, Beatrice licks her lips with her vile cat like tongue before pulling the trigger on the man blowing his head clean off. Parts of brain matter fall from the sky and blood stains both the inside and outside of the apartment. Beatrice hobbles over to her gauntlets, and proceeds to put them back on her wrists. "You will have your war." she says spitting on the unconscious Graves, as she limps her way back to her squad.
Ozma was briefly distracted from the dire situation by Cubey's babbling. It was almost impressive how fickle the beastman's mood can be. He was rather surprised by Ciril defending K2. Those two did not look like they would fit in a fruit bowl together....but his head almost launched from his head as he saw K2 hand himself over to the Federation. His jaw hung and he blinked twice.
Harrison stared at Ciril. It seemed like he was honestly considering his proposition...until K2 decided to go and turn himself in. Harrison couldn't help but be amused, if slightly disappointed for the lack of struggle. He stared at K2 eye to eye...or he would be, if not for the blinding blue visor on his helmet. "Well. That was anticlimactic, wasn't it?", he scoffed. Harrison personally handcuffed K2, and pushed him out of the door, gesturing his soldiers to escort him away. Before leaving, he looked over the entire group - the one-armed mercenary, the red-haired bastard, the green and blocky manchild, the double-shaded spy, the quiet illeryian, and That Woman. He bowed his head, and muttered a polite "Goodbye.", before leaving with his men.
Ozma looked down and sighed. He was not so sure he should tell Gelon the truth anymore...
As Harrison and his men dragged K2 away, the pirates' words echo in his mind. 'Captain Sully'. The Captain glanced at the young pirate, and lets out a curious "Hmmmmmmm.", before pulling out a pen and idly flipping it, keeping his itchy trigger finger hands busy as they escort the pirate to his prison.
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Megahertz watched the lightning fast bloodbath Beatrice unleashed upon Graves' cavalry, horrified. She may be a thief and a whistleblower, but these people....Beatrice, Graves...they were real killers. She was seriously considering jumping ship at Nekrim and leaving before something worse happened around - or to - her. She looked over the corpses briefly, but focused on Graves - mostly because she was not in the mood to stomach the sight of mutilated corpses, partially because she was morbidly curious on the state he was in.
Danny reappeared by her side, his eyes narrowed and his face distorted into a snarl. Megahertz glanced at him curiously, and somewhat annoyedly. What now? Did he just not like Beatrice's scent very much...or was there something even more horrifying nearby?
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Ridley and Vlad searched the area far away from Beatrice and Graves' encounter. The two did not notice their boss approaching, with Ridley kneeling over a rubble, his icy claws pulling up a man's severed arm from underneath, and Vlad standing with her foot on a skull, and her hands on her hips. Her tail flicked around impatiently, and she grumbled to herself, "...Nothing here at all."
Harrison stared at Ciril. It seemed like he was honestly considering his proposition...until K2 decided to go and turn himself in. Harrison couldn't help but be amused, if slightly disappointed for the lack of struggle. He stared at K2 eye to eye...or he would be, if not for the blinding blue visor on his helmet. "Well. That was anticlimactic, wasn't it?", he scoffed. Harrison personally handcuffed K2, and pushed him out of the door, gesturing his soldiers to escort him away. Before leaving, he looked over the entire group - the one-armed mercenary, the red-haired bastard, the green and blocky manchild, the double-shaded spy, the quiet illeryian, and That Woman. He bowed his head, and muttered a polite "Goodbye.", before leaving with his men.
Ozma looked down and sighed. He was not so sure he should tell Gelon the truth anymore...
As Harrison and his men dragged K2 away, the pirates' words echo in his mind. 'Captain Sully'. The Captain glanced at the young pirate, and lets out a curious "Hmmmmmmm.", before pulling out a pen and idly flipping it, keeping his itchy trigger finger hands busy as they escort the pirate to his prison.
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Megahertz watched the lightning fast bloodbath Beatrice unleashed upon Graves' cavalry, horrified. She may be a thief and a whistleblower, but these people....Beatrice, Graves...they were real killers. She was seriously considering jumping ship at Nekrim and leaving before something worse happened around - or to - her. She looked over the corpses briefly, but focused on Graves - mostly because she was not in the mood to stomach the sight of mutilated corpses, partially because she was morbidly curious on the state he was in.
Danny reappeared by her side, his eyes narrowed and his face distorted into a snarl. Megahertz glanced at him curiously, and somewhat annoyedly. What now? Did he just not like Beatrice's scent very much...or was there something even more horrifying nearby?
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Ridley and Vlad searched the area far away from Beatrice and Graves' encounter. The two did not notice their boss approaching, with Ridley kneeling over a rubble, his icy claws pulling up a man's severed arm from underneath, and Vlad standing with her foot on a skull, and her hands on her hips. Her tail flicked around impatiently, and she grumbled to herself, "...Nothing here at all."
Gelon couldn't believe what just happened, that dumb pirate just surrender like that while he was needed to see if gelon fixed his thing correctly "dammit Keeton how could you do something like that" gelon grumbled under his breath aas he turned to Ozma "well Ozma you wanted to tell me something about your sister's death? I know it can be hard but I will help you okay?"
Ozma glanced at Gelon. But only for a few seconds, as his embarassment was too much, and he turned to the ground. He nodded, wishing that Cubey did not have to be here...or the ileryian stranger and the snek spy, for that matter. But whatever. If they were going to damn him for what he is about to say, then...let them do it. He deserved it.
"I....hired VENOM to k-kill my father. For some reasons....."
Ozma took a deep, deep breath.
"...I...they killed my sister too. VENOM murdered Deunan Knight."
He buried his face in his hands, and stammered,
"I-I TOLD them not to go after her!..B-b-but I think S-someone else had their eyes on her death...And I...I can't ...I can't help but feel guilty."
He began sobbing again, and fell to his knees, breaking down in shame and guilt. Ozma then lowered himself further, planting his head on the ground, and his hands besides him, as if prostrating himself and begging the others for mercy. And he whispers in the tiniest and meekest of voice,
"I am...so..sorry."
(Normally I wouldn't do this so quickly, but hey, gotta keep things efficient yes?)
"I....hired VENOM to k-kill my father. For some reasons....."
Ozma took a deep, deep breath.
"...I...they killed my sister too. VENOM murdered Deunan Knight."
He buried his face in his hands, and stammered,
"I-I TOLD them not to go after her!..B-b-but I think S-someone else had their eyes on her death...And I...I can't ...I can't help but feel guilty."
He began sobbing again, and fell to his knees, breaking down in shame and guilt. Ozma then lowered himself further, planting his head on the ground, and his hands besides him, as if prostrating himself and begging the others for mercy. And he whispers in the tiniest and meekest of voice,
"I am...so..sorry."
(Normally I wouldn't do this so quickly, but hey, gotta keep things efficient yes?)
(yup)
Gelon got on his knees and lift Ozma up and hold him close "I can forgive you" gelon said and pat his back "sometimes things don't go as we planned and for that we have too pay" gelon said and pat his back with his robotic arm "I got an arm back but at the price for some of my memories, sometimes I get tiny hints of them but they are too small to make me remember more" gelon said and slowly stood up with him "your price was even heavier then mine Ozma but you can fix it by following I your fathers footsteps you honor your father and sister" gelon said to cheer him a bit up and give him a path to follow "it won't be easy with your reputation but I'm sure you can do it and I will help you, that I promise"
Gelon got on his knees and lift Ozma up and hold him close "I can forgive you" gelon said and pat his back "sometimes things don't go as we planned and for that we have too pay" gelon said and pat his back with his robotic arm "I got an arm back but at the price for some of my memories, sometimes I get tiny hints of them but they are too small to make me remember more" gelon said and slowly stood up with him "your price was even heavier then mine Ozma but you can fix it by following I your fathers footsteps you honor your father and sister" gelon said to cheer him a bit up and give him a path to follow "it won't be easy with your reputation but I'm sure you can do it and I will help you, that I promise"
Rily stood there silently as stuff just happened around her. K2 gave himself up to the soldiers but before she could protest, he was gone. She slumpd, dejected that she couldn't do anything to help. Just as Riley was about to just teleport and leave, her ears twitched as Ozma dropped a BOMBSHELL of info. "You WHAT?!" She exclaimed, looking in Ozma's general direction. And the man, Gelon, just...brushed it off? Unbelieveable. "Are you serious?! You are just going to tell 'oh thats ok'?! He ordered the ASSASSINATION of his own father! For 'reasons'?! Oh no no no, that doesn't just get a 'its ok champ we all make mistakes'!" Riley clenched her metal fists so tightly you could hear the scraping of metal. "Some of us would KILL to have a family and you hire someone to KILL yours?! What the hell?" She knew this was absolutely none of her business but this was just way too drastic. She couldn't even sympathize with the guy even though she could hear his sobs. "And now I'm just finding out DEUNAN is dead because of this?! You..you MONSTER!"
Riley stopped yelling. She kept her teeth clenched, practically seething. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She looked just about ready to punch Ozma in the jaw.
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Ophelia listened to the scuffle from her vantage point and saw the Ishkavi woman dash out of the premise fairly wounded. Ophelia smirked ever so slightly, looking at the trail of blood she left behind. She slowly walked towards the now quiet home, her cold blank expression plastered on her face. A moment passed as the fight was over and Ophelia stood quietly in the damaged doorway, looking down at Graves, then to Megahertz and her hellbeasts. She quietly prepared herself if they would attack her. Ophelia was never the one to make allies but, she hated Drakov, and from what she heard of this man from Beatrice's diatribes, so did he. It was a start. After another moment of silence, Ophelia quietly held out her hand to Graves to help him up. "She sounds like quite a bitch." Ophelia said in a cold tone.
Riley stopped yelling. She kept her teeth clenched, practically seething. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She looked just about ready to punch Ozma in the jaw.
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Ophelia listened to the scuffle from her vantage point and saw the Ishkavi woman dash out of the premise fairly wounded. Ophelia smirked ever so slightly, looking at the trail of blood she left behind. She slowly walked towards the now quiet home, her cold blank expression plastered on her face. A moment passed as the fight was over and Ophelia stood quietly in the damaged doorway, looking down at Graves, then to Megahertz and her hellbeasts. She quietly prepared herself if they would attack her. Ophelia was never the one to make allies but, she hated Drakov, and from what she heard of this man from Beatrice's diatribes, so did he. It was a start. After another moment of silence, Ophelia quietly held out her hand to Graves to help him up. "She sounds like quite a bitch." Ophelia said in a cold tone.
The Ondari blinked in mild surprise when Quin told him their age. "Only twenty-eight? That's actually fairly young, at least for other races. Chronologically, I'm about two years younger than you are," Lekan replied. Looking at the Genesior, he could see that they looked a little different than before, but his attention was quickly diverted when Quin pointed out the unusual number of Federation soldiers all in one place.
"Yeah, so there are. Probably found a surviving raider in there. Deserves what's coming to him," he muttered. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed what Quin was doing. Once again, he was becoming a she.
While wearing only a speedo.
The elevator couldn't have arrived at a more convenient time. The moment the doors opened, Lekan dragged Quin in by the arm, making sure to avert his eyes from her body as the doors closed. While Ondari didn't exactly need clothes, Lekan had spent enough time among aliens to be well aware of their laws pertaining to modesty.
"Quin, you can't do that out in public! You wouldn't have anything to cover up..." He waved an arm vaguely in the direction of her torso. "If you really want to, ah... change, then we might be able to find something for you. Can you at least wait until then, please?" Hopefully the temporary privacy offered by the elevator would be enough as it began its descent.
"Yeah, so there are. Probably found a surviving raider in there. Deserves what's coming to him," he muttered. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed what Quin was doing. Once again, he was becoming a she.
While wearing only a speedo.
The elevator couldn't have arrived at a more convenient time. The moment the doors opened, Lekan dragged Quin in by the arm, making sure to avert his eyes from her body as the doors closed. While Ondari didn't exactly need clothes, Lekan had spent enough time among aliens to be well aware of their laws pertaining to modesty.
"Quin, you can't do that out in public! You wouldn't have anything to cover up..." He waved an arm vaguely in the direction of her torso. "If you really want to, ah... change, then we might be able to find something for you. Can you at least wait until then, please?" Hopefully the temporary privacy offered by the elevator would be enough as it began its descent.
The snek watched the young pirate surrender and be marched out of the room. Ciril's coils hung in the air for a moment, hesitating, trying to control his emotions. He almost spoke but training held him back. Once Keeton was out of sight, the coils snapped back in place. He adjusted his glasses, already thoughts on overdrive on how to remedy this situation- and then emotional hell broke loose. He watched Ozma crumble to the ground, the cyborg mercenary state the most generic placating and yet self important words of comfort, which then caused the Ilyerian girl to give them both a tongue lashing. And he fully expected the mutant beastman to start up with repetitive wailing with a sprinkling of 'meanies', at any moment. He paused slightly to take in this outburst, and then turned to his datapad, already searching to call in some...favors... hoping to rescue K2. Ciril had friends in high and low places, surely one of them could help. He also needed to find Clockwork as soon as possible to update him. He looked up again at Riley finished her chastizing of Ozma and Gelon. ... Perhaps she could even be of help, especially with those teleporting devices.
The setting changes from F.S.S. Realta Nua to Stratevaria Galaxy
Along with the others, Cubey was astounded that K2 would rather turn himself in than go with with Ciril's negotiations, and telling Gelon to find away of repairing the peculiar doodad making the odd cubic mutant typically miserable and stunned in response to the the whole scene, though curious on who he meant by short stuff. Cubey looked on with a frown as the space pirate pushed aside Ciril's wing shaped cybernetics and careful turned himself in to the federation troops, giving the commander a a big old goofy grin. The mutated beastman somberly waved goodbye at the man he barely knew, as the very same person told Ciril to contact someone called Clockwork, as well as chiding Gelon for not calling him K2. As they took him away, Cubey scratched at his arm, unable to muster any idea on how to help the selfless stranger that just saved them from most likely a very costly fight. As well as Ozma's house being torn apart. He merely gave a sad sigh as Harrison scoffed at the space pirate, looking around the others in case if they had any suggestions as the commander bid them farewell, blowing a raspberry at him after the door was shut and miserably mumbled; "Poor K2, he seemed nice.", giving Ozma a grimace a she sighed as well, though not knowing the true reason behind it.
His attention shifted to Gelon however a she asked the home owner on what he wanted to tell him earlier, staring at his friend in curiosity and slight worry, hoping whatever it was he was going to say, it wasn't about the smokey man in the suit. Even Cubey was pretty sure that man didn't want people spreading information. What came out of Ozma's mouth however was something he would never have and a smidgen of a guess for, staring wide eyed and frozen in shock and disbelief. He merely could only watch on as Ozma continued to talk before breaking down into tears, and more disbelief came as Gelon readily accepted his apology and forgave him, with some confusing talk about following his relatives and his robotic arm, or at least it was to Cubey. He snapped out of his trance when Riley started her furious bellowing at them, to which Cubey stared at her with grim look of agreement on his face, before staring at the sunglasses wearing snek and the robotic maid for what they had to say, though it seemed the snek was more interested in his data pad. Suddenly, Cubey was filled with utter confused frustration and rage deciding to avoid saying anything, and threw a cushion at Ozma, changing it's gravity to turn much more like a brick than a pillow on impact, before rushing past Gelon and Ozma to get to Deunan's old room. He needed to get the transmitter. He needed to contact the smokey man in the suit.
His attention shifted to Gelon however a she asked the home owner on what he wanted to tell him earlier, staring at his friend in curiosity and slight worry, hoping whatever it was he was going to say, it wasn't about the smokey man in the suit. Even Cubey was pretty sure that man didn't want people spreading information. What came out of Ozma's mouth however was something he would never have and a smidgen of a guess for, staring wide eyed and frozen in shock and disbelief. He merely could only watch on as Ozma continued to talk before breaking down into tears, and more disbelief came as Gelon readily accepted his apology and forgave him, with some confusing talk about following his relatives and his robotic arm, or at least it was to Cubey. He snapped out of his trance when Riley started her furious bellowing at them, to which Cubey stared at her with grim look of agreement on his face, before staring at the sunglasses wearing snek and the robotic maid for what they had to say, though it seemed the snek was more interested in his data pad. Suddenly, Cubey was filled with utter confused frustration and rage deciding to avoid saying anything, and threw a cushion at Ozma, changing it's gravity to turn much more like a brick than a pillow on impact, before rushing past Gelon and Ozma to get to Deunan's old room. He needed to get the transmitter. He needed to contact the smokey man in the suit.
The setting changes from Stratevaria Galaxy to F.S.S. Realta Nua
Gelon pat Ozma's back and quickly swat the pillow away then slowly let Ozma go and turn to Riley "will you SHUT UP!" he yelled furious at her "I KNOW WHAT IT'S TO LOSE FAMILY CAUSE I LOST 23 FUCKING YEARS OF MY MEMORIES! I might have had a wife and a child! Which I don't remember! I might not have seen my child for 7 years! You know how that is!? Not knowing if you had a child to care for!" Gelon said in rage and also sadness "I have no idea cause of my own doing cause I was a wreck when I escaped from the beastman! I didn't want it for some reason! I lost that much memories damnit!" Gelon said as he clenched his fists "I just don't remember!" Gelon said sobbing a bit in grief of not knowing his own past
Riley scoffed angrily. "BUT HE HIRED SOMEONE. I'M PRETTY SURE HE DID THAT SHIT ON PURPOSE! Whether Deunan was killed or not! It's patricide! That is NOT something that can be brushed off! Ugh!" Riley groaned trying to calm herself down. To no avail. "It's disgusting." She spoke between her teeth, taking notice of Cubey's actions as he ran away sobbing. "Fuck this. I'm out of here." Riley wanted to punch both of their faces in so badly. But she knew that would make her no better than they are. The type to not cherish what a life truly is. She gave them one last glare through her goggles before storming out of Ozma's house.
She quietly walked out onto the sidewalk and stopped just in front of the steps. Looking back at the house, she considered something. 'I wonder if I should could the Feds to get Ozma' was the thought that crossed her mind. She stood there quietly thinking about it. So far it looked like a yes.
She quietly walked out onto the sidewalk and stopped just in front of the steps. Looking back at the house, she considered something. 'I wonder if I should could the Feds to get Ozma' was the thought that crossed her mind. She stood there quietly thinking about it. So far it looked like a yes.
Ozma looked into Gelon's gaze with wide eyes, disbelieving what he heard. It was almost disturbing to be so easily forgiven, but right now, his fragile mind demanded he feed on the sympathy given...and he did. He buried his head in Gelon's shoulders, mumbling what seemed to be a thanks in the midst of his inelegant blubbering. Of course, he didn't expect the others to accept the situation as well as Gelon. Riley's words pierced him like a poisoned dagger to the heart. He knew that she simply did not like him anyways, but he also knew everything she said was true, causing him to hide his face further in Gelon's shoulder. Suddenly, he heard Cubey's pillow missile dashing through the air, and he didn't even try to avoid it (not that he could if he wanted to), causing him even more surprise when Gelon defended him.
He stepped back and watched with an utterly devastated expression as Cubey ran off. The first person to call him a friend in years...and even he could not stomach what he had done. Ozma hung his head in shame, and remained still. He winced when Gelon began shouting sadly and angrily, glancing at the mercenary with worried eyes. He was about to say something, but Riley's angry reply silenced him back in shame. She was right. He kind of wished that Cubey's pillow had hit him in the face. At the very least, it would have been a tiny bit cathartic to them. He couldn't help but glance at Ciril apathy curiously. Though perhaps hs professional ways meant he was just less reactive than everyone else.
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Clockwork woke up from his back alley collapse, shooking his head to get the buzzing noise out of his steel brain. "ughhhh..what time is it...", he wondered. Then he looked down. Almost 10.00. "Ah, the perks of having a clock in your chest." Clockwork limped out of the alley, stretching and straightening himself out, and making his way....aimlessly, really. He just wanted to walk away, and get those strange images out of his head.
Suddenly, he saw a topless insectoid lady and a floating squid pass by, heading to the lifts. He jerked back and his visor swung open in surprise. He had not seen such a petite, yet magnificent woman in ages! He wondered if she would go out with him for a cup of tea. His hip thrusters activated, driving him towards the two.
Quin stared at Lekan obliviously. "...What? There's nothing on them.", Alluding both to the lack of nipples on her chest and the lack of her...endowment, to put it bluntly. She seemed quite displeased when making this point, her stare more intense than usual towards Lekan.
As the elevator doors were closing, a purple synthetic slipped in at the last second, skidding to a halt and bumping on to the bulletproof glass tube-shaped walls of the elevator. "Oofph!" He then turned around, shaking his head, and looked between Lekan and Quin. "Greetings, lady and gent-"
His eyes stopped at Quin. So petite. So innocent. So chaste. So topless. Clockwork went down on his knees, and grabbed hold of Quin's hands. He held them gently and lifted them up, gazing at her with his six set of red eyes (and two more behind his yellow visor).
"My lady, I will never take my eyes off you again.........unnnnless I'm about to run into a wall."
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As Riley stopped in the middle of the streets, she can sense something approaching. Something...large? Yet oddly silent. Or rather, squeaky.
Before hitting the beaches, Mosa decided to take a ride around the ship. On a pink tricycle. It squeaks cutesily, complimenting the hot pink color scheme. The wheels are tinier than even the oddly proportioned Mosa's head, and the entire bike was barely the size of one of his leg. And yet, he somehow made it all work. All the while wearing a pair of shades and an orange shirt with white flowers printed on them, along with a garland of chrysantheum around his neck, its fragrant smell refreshing in this sterile, odorless spaceship.
Mosa saw Riley by herself at the edge of the street, and became concerned by the girl's silence. He stopped the tricycle near her, and looked between her and the Knight house. "Are you alright???", Mosa asked in his naturally loud, deep, bellowing voice.
He stepped back and watched with an utterly devastated expression as Cubey ran off. The first person to call him a friend in years...and even he could not stomach what he had done. Ozma hung his head in shame, and remained still. He winced when Gelon began shouting sadly and angrily, glancing at the mercenary with worried eyes. He was about to say something, but Riley's angry reply silenced him back in shame. She was right. He kind of wished that Cubey's pillow had hit him in the face. At the very least, it would have been a tiny bit cathartic to them. He couldn't help but glance at Ciril apathy curiously. Though perhaps hs professional ways meant he was just less reactive than everyone else.
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Clockwork woke up from his back alley collapse, shooking his head to get the buzzing noise out of his steel brain. "ughhhh..what time is it...", he wondered. Then he looked down. Almost 10.00. "Ah, the perks of having a clock in your chest." Clockwork limped out of the alley, stretching and straightening himself out, and making his way....aimlessly, really. He just wanted to walk away, and get those strange images out of his head.
Suddenly, he saw a topless insectoid lady and a floating squid pass by, heading to the lifts. He jerked back and his visor swung open in surprise. He had not seen such a petite, yet magnificent woman in ages! He wondered if she would go out with him for a cup of tea. His hip thrusters activated, driving him towards the two.
Quin stared at Lekan obliviously. "...What? There's nothing on them.", Alluding both to the lack of nipples on her chest and the lack of her...endowment, to put it bluntly. She seemed quite displeased when making this point, her stare more intense than usual towards Lekan.
As the elevator doors were closing, a purple synthetic slipped in at the last second, skidding to a halt and bumping on to the bulletproof glass tube-shaped walls of the elevator. "Oofph!" He then turned around, shaking his head, and looked between Lekan and Quin. "Greetings, lady and gent-"
His eyes stopped at Quin. So petite. So innocent. So chaste. So topless. Clockwork went down on his knees, and grabbed hold of Quin's hands. He held them gently and lifted them up, gazing at her with his six set of red eyes (and two more behind his yellow visor).
"My lady, I will never take my eyes off you again.........unnnnless I'm about to run into a wall."
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As Riley stopped in the middle of the streets, she can sense something approaching. Something...large? Yet oddly silent. Or rather, squeaky.
Before hitting the beaches, Mosa decided to take a ride around the ship. On a pink tricycle. It squeaks cutesily, complimenting the hot pink color scheme. The wheels are tinier than even the oddly proportioned Mosa's head, and the entire bike was barely the size of one of his leg. And yet, he somehow made it all work. All the while wearing a pair of shades and an orange shirt with white flowers printed on them, along with a garland of chrysantheum around his neck, its fragrant smell refreshing in this sterile, odorless spaceship.
Mosa saw Riley by herself at the edge of the street, and became concerned by the girl's silence. He stopped the tricycle near her, and looked between her and the Knight house. "Are you alright???", Mosa asked in his naturally loud, deep, bellowing voice.
Graves smiles as Beatrice begins to convulse, falling to the ground as electric shocks over-rode her nervous system, contracting the muscles into a cramped position. Such a lovely invention, the taser. Despite the age which it had, a few thousand years at the last- not long after guns and electricity- it still served its job quite admirably. Beatrice's hands moved to the small needles and snapped them out, ceasing the connection between her and the rifle. His smile turned to a frown and Graves raised the pistol in his hand slightly, wary of what Beatrice might attempt.
"It pleases me that we could come to an agreement, Beatrice. As to the assassinations, we both know that the Knight family presented a threat to Drakov. Spare me the jabber. Now-" Graves was cut off as the blast of a laser cannon sounded, tearing through one of the soldiers next to him. Ducking off to the side as the gun-fire erupts around him, Graves begins to squeeze off shots against Beatrice. Grimacing at the ineffectiveness of the pistol against her advanced armor, he staggers as her fist connects with his face, sending him barreling off.
Head scraping against the corner of the wall, he looked over at Beatrice once again in time to see Orion jump on her, stabbing a power knife through her armor. Unable to move, he could only watch as the barrel of the pistol swung up faster than any normal eye could see, settling below Orion's jaw before the shot detonated. Cerebral matter sprayed throughout the room, pieces of pink and grey flesh spattering around him. Slipping on blood, his head connected with the ground, rendering him dazed, oblivious to Beatrice's exit.
Ears ringing, hearing returned to him slowly. Shifting around on the ground, he spotted Ophelia walking into the room. A creature unlike any he had ever seen before. Gaunt, white face, black horns, and a demonic arm. Certainly interesting to see. She stood quiet for a few moment before extending her 'normal' hand down towards him. Taking it, he grunted as she helped drag him to a standing position, head still sore from fall. Laughing at her response, he shook his head. "That she is, that she is. I assume you aren't exactly friends of her, or Drakov, either. How may I be of service?"
"It pleases me that we could come to an agreement, Beatrice. As to the assassinations, we both know that the Knight family presented a threat to Drakov. Spare me the jabber. Now-" Graves was cut off as the blast of a laser cannon sounded, tearing through one of the soldiers next to him. Ducking off to the side as the gun-fire erupts around him, Graves begins to squeeze off shots against Beatrice. Grimacing at the ineffectiveness of the pistol against her advanced armor, he staggers as her fist connects with his face, sending him barreling off.
Head scraping against the corner of the wall, he looked over at Beatrice once again in time to see Orion jump on her, stabbing a power knife through her armor. Unable to move, he could only watch as the barrel of the pistol swung up faster than any normal eye could see, settling below Orion's jaw before the shot detonated. Cerebral matter sprayed throughout the room, pieces of pink and grey flesh spattering around him. Slipping on blood, his head connected with the ground, rendering him dazed, oblivious to Beatrice's exit.
Ears ringing, hearing returned to him slowly. Shifting around on the ground, he spotted Ophelia walking into the room. A creature unlike any he had ever seen before. Gaunt, white face, black horns, and a demonic arm. Certainly interesting to see. She stood quiet for a few moment before extending her 'normal' hand down towards him. Taking it, he grunted as she helped drag him to a standing position, head still sore from fall. Laughing at her response, he shook his head. "That she is, that she is. I assume you aren't exactly friends of her, or Drakov, either. How may I be of service?"
Lekan returned his gaze to Quin when she spoke. The Genesior was right, there wasn't much up front. Maybe it was something to do with her being a male at birth? Regardless, she couldn't just walk around topless like this. He averted his eyes once more, although this time it was because Quin's stare was starting to make him feel uncomfortable.
"It's a law thing, alright? It's a big deal to a lot of humanoid races, so -" He got no further as the two of them were jumped by a purple-painted synthetic who managed to jet in just as the doors closed. Lekan had no idea how he managed to do that, but he recalled seeing him at the concert yesterday. Did the synthetic know Megahertz and Sentinel? He watched as the metal man started flirting with Quin, apparently unfazed by her obvious lack of clothing. Giving a sigh, the Ondari continued from where he had been interrupted.
"As I was saying, Quin, after what happened yesterday... the last thing I want is more trouble today." He turned to face the synthetic - who seemed to have a flair for either the dramatic, the romantic, or possibly both - and waved an arm to get his attention. "Ah... excuse me, can we help you?"
"It's a law thing, alright? It's a big deal to a lot of humanoid races, so -" He got no further as the two of them were jumped by a purple-painted synthetic who managed to jet in just as the doors closed. Lekan had no idea how he managed to do that, but he recalled seeing him at the concert yesterday. Did the synthetic know Megahertz and Sentinel? He watched as the metal man started flirting with Quin, apparently unfazed by her obvious lack of clothing. Giving a sigh, the Ondari continued from where he had been interrupted.
"As I was saying, Quin, after what happened yesterday... the last thing I want is more trouble today." He turned to face the synthetic - who seemed to have a flair for either the dramatic, the romantic, or possibly both - and waved an arm to get his attention. "Ah... excuse me, can we help you?"
Beatrice woke in a room with white walls, and a blaring light annoying the Ishkavi. Her first instinct was to slice them into pieces, but soon realized that her weapons had been confiscated. She finally understood where she had been taken to, a med bay aboard her own ship. Beatrice sat up, and examined the stitching on her breast. Remembering back to the conflict, Graves had said something about the Knights being an issue. He must know Drakov well if he was able to put together the fact that we put the hits on the boy and girl. One of which, still lives.
The Ishkavi removed the IV from her wrist, wincing slightly at the pain. Her body still needed to recover from that fight. Graves deserved to die, but Megahertz proved to be problematic. Had she attempted to slay the man, she might've been faced with retaliation from the girl and her two pets. One thing was for certain, something big erupted in those few minutes. People had forgotten about the goal to defeat GEHENNA, and were now focusing their efforts on bringing the downfall of Drakov as a whole. Which sounded ludicrous, but if Beatrice had observed anything over the years, it was that ideas are contagious. They plague peoples memories, and all it takes is one martyr to spark a revolution.
Beatrice slams the wall with her fist, and rises from the hospital bed. She makes her way to the front of the infirmary, and waits impatiently for her belongings. She walks to the private Drakov elevator, and sends the it to her room. She drops onto her cushioned bed. Everything was unraveling so fast, at this point would it even be possible to get to Medigo. Her communicator rings, "Ma'am we will be docking on Nekrim in a few minutes." Beatrice hangs up the call, and lays emotionless in her bed. She has to make an announcement, but what is the point if everyone wants her head.
"Fuck them", she whispers, covering herself with sheets and settling in for a nap.
The Ishkavi removed the IV from her wrist, wincing slightly at the pain. Her body still needed to recover from that fight. Graves deserved to die, but Megahertz proved to be problematic. Had she attempted to slay the man, she might've been faced with retaliation from the girl and her two pets. One thing was for certain, something big erupted in those few minutes. People had forgotten about the goal to defeat GEHENNA, and were now focusing their efforts on bringing the downfall of Drakov as a whole. Which sounded ludicrous, but if Beatrice had observed anything over the years, it was that ideas are contagious. They plague peoples memories, and all it takes is one martyr to spark a revolution.
Beatrice slams the wall with her fist, and rises from the hospital bed. She makes her way to the front of the infirmary, and waits impatiently for her belongings. She walks to the private Drakov elevator, and sends the it to her room. She drops onto her cushioned bed. Everything was unraveling so fast, at this point would it even be possible to get to Medigo. Her communicator rings, "Ma'am we will be docking on Nekrim in a few minutes." Beatrice hangs up the call, and lays emotionless in her bed. She has to make an announcement, but what is the point if everyone wants her head.
"Fuck them", she whispers, covering herself with sheets and settling in for a nap.
Ciril waited for an appropriate number of seconds to pass. He then addressed Ozma, "I realize this must be a dificult time for you. My objective is to ensure K2's release. If you wish to assist, please contact me. " he handed Ozma a chip with his (limited) contact info. He shifted his gaze to Gelon, "I'll be watching you." with that, he turned precisely, metal hands behind his back, and walked to the door. He would need to find Clockwork next, and update him before he found out on his own and did anything rash. The pink haired messenger did not seem to be in the mood to help, and he did not think it wise to pursue her. Ciril stood outside the residence in the hall, contemplating his next move and scanning once again for signs of Clockwork.
As Cubey stroppily slammed the door behind him when he finally stormed into Deunan's room, he could still hear the furious arguing downstairs, though extremely muffled. It was still definitely heated and vicious however, that much was obvious, even to Cubey. He quickly noticed the encrypted transmitter on the floor next to a few stuffed animals, which he hastily snatched almost immediately, before realizing he had no idea how to work the device, causing his to give a moody growl at the innocent transmitter. After a few stressful moments of shouting hello at the device,as well as pressing any button he could find, a voice suddenly emitted for it, leaving Cubey quite surprised at it announced; "You have one missed message."
It then proceeded to replay the message from Graves about meeting near where they first met the man, where Deunan had died the day before, leaving Cubey soften up a little.
He took deep breaths and counted as high as he could, which wasn't that much to be frank, before seeing the clock on the wall showing clearly he was going to be late very soon, making him stressed once again, as he gave a panicked yelp before shoving the transmitter in his pocket, and shoving open the door. He had to tell the smokey man what Ozma just confessed, and meeting him face to face, was probably the best bet of getting that across than fiddling around with the transmitter for hours on end. Besides, he was just asked to head there anyways, probably meaning he had a lead on something, at least that was what Cubey guessed. Unless if he just wanted to hang out. That would be okay too. Unless if he turned out to be a bad guy as well. Then there was only Gelon which he wasn't sure if he was a bad guy or not since he wanted to be friends with Ozma who he was now convinced was a bad guy, and Quin and Lekan, but he didn't really know them either. Or Tep either, who seemed nice as well nonetheless. In fact the more he thought about it, he didn't really know anyone aboard the ship, which for some reason, made him panic even more for a second. He then realized that his antennae was picking up the fact that Riley and Ciril had left the building, their smell now having turned a lot weaker, guessing they both got sick of Ozma and Gelon, giving a nasty sneer to himself.
The cubic mutant then quickly leapt down the stairs, only to slip and topple onto his back, exclaiming grumpily; "Your fault Ozma! No Laughing!", trying his best not to fly in a rage against Ozma for his unjust blaming for his lack of athletic grace. He got back to his feet and loudly and quickly proclaimed; "I'm off to meet the smokey man now, bye robot maid lady, bye Gelon!", before rushing off out of the door moodily, not bothering to bid goodbye to Ozma as quickly began sprinting as fast as his stubby little legs would allow.
He rudely pushed passed Ciril in the hallway, as well as run past Riley and Mosa stopping and glancing back to only quickly comment; "That tricycle looks silly!" stroppily, giving his only real indication of recognizing them. Cubey continued on his run towards his destination; the last place he saw Deunan alive.
It then proceeded to replay the message from Graves about meeting near where they first met the man, where Deunan had died the day before, leaving Cubey soften up a little.
He took deep breaths and counted as high as he could, which wasn't that much to be frank, before seeing the clock on the wall showing clearly he was going to be late very soon, making him stressed once again, as he gave a panicked yelp before shoving the transmitter in his pocket, and shoving open the door. He had to tell the smokey man what Ozma just confessed, and meeting him face to face, was probably the best bet of getting that across than fiddling around with the transmitter for hours on end. Besides, he was just asked to head there anyways, probably meaning he had a lead on something, at least that was what Cubey guessed. Unless if he just wanted to hang out. That would be okay too. Unless if he turned out to be a bad guy as well. Then there was only Gelon which he wasn't sure if he was a bad guy or not since he wanted to be friends with Ozma who he was now convinced was a bad guy, and Quin and Lekan, but he didn't really know them either. Or Tep either, who seemed nice as well nonetheless. In fact the more he thought about it, he didn't really know anyone aboard the ship, which for some reason, made him panic even more for a second. He then realized that his antennae was picking up the fact that Riley and Ciril had left the building, their smell now having turned a lot weaker, guessing they both got sick of Ozma and Gelon, giving a nasty sneer to himself.
The cubic mutant then quickly leapt down the stairs, only to slip and topple onto his back, exclaiming grumpily; "Your fault Ozma! No Laughing!", trying his best not to fly in a rage against Ozma for his unjust blaming for his lack of athletic grace. He got back to his feet and loudly and quickly proclaimed; "I'm off to meet the smokey man now, bye robot maid lady, bye Gelon!", before rushing off out of the door moodily, not bothering to bid goodbye to Ozma as quickly began sprinting as fast as his stubby little legs would allow.
He rudely pushed passed Ciril in the hallway, as well as run past Riley and Mosa stopping and glancing back to only quickly comment; "That tricycle looks silly!" stroppily, giving his only real indication of recognizing them. Cubey continued on his run towards his destination; the last place he saw Deunan alive.
Gelon sigh as everyone left and rub his face "god I hate bringing up that memory" he said and sigh then turned to Ozma "Ozma listen, if you specifically asked venom to just...you know and not your sister then someone grabbed his or her chance and let venom take Deunan down and maybe also you, so you need protection, heavy protection and I can provide it" gelon told Ozma and activated the com jammer just to be safe "we might get in trouble for what I'm gonna use but I'm willing to pull out my full arsenal for you, yes all my weapons, this arm is a big weapon but with my other things I could bring down ships like this, now do you thrust me enough to take that task?" Gelon said and hold out his hand
Clockwork, still holding Quin's hands, turned to Lekan as he waved his...tentacle. "Yes sir!", he stood up and pointed at the squid. "You look like you could do wonders with those arms of yours. I say we spend the night together with Fraulein Cannon over here....if you know what I mean."
"Fraulein...Cannon....", Quin muttered, tilting her head, seeming both mildly amused and flattered by that comment.
Before the elevator can descend, Clockwork spot Ciril in the distance, seemingly looking for him. "Ah~!" He pressed a button, and the cylindrical elevator door hissed as it opened. Clockwork then waved at Ciril. "Ciril my friend! Care to join us?"
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Ozma hung his head and hesitantly nodded at Ciril's words, not feeling up to argue with anyone right now. Just then, he heard loud, angry footsteps to his left descending down the stairs. Must be Cubey. He then heard a crash, and instinctively turned his head to see Cubey having slipped and fall on his back. Yep, Cubey. Cubey's words caused him to stagger and whimper, shutting his lips.
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Mosa waited for Riley to answer. He waved a hand in front of her face. "Ellloooo? Mosa to lady, is lady home?"
He then saw Cubey skipping past him, and heard his comment about Mosa's tricycle, causing him to scowl, and shook his fist and bellow. "THIS TRICYCLE HAS BEEN PASSED DOWN THE BELKAN LINE FOR GENERATIONS!"
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Ozma pondered whether or not he should visit Graves. With the choice of location and Cubey's presence...it seems to be a truckload of no. He gave Gelon a sympathetic glance as he sighed, and hung his head again immediately as he spoke. He kept quiet as Gelon gave his offer, but it did not take him long. It seems like Gelon was the only one who would give him a chance to redeem himself - and he would gladly take it.
Shaking his hand, Ozma nodded, though still unable to look him in the eye. "I'll do anything you ask."
"Fraulein...Cannon....", Quin muttered, tilting her head, seeming both mildly amused and flattered by that comment.
Before the elevator can descend, Clockwork spot Ciril in the distance, seemingly looking for him. "Ah~!" He pressed a button, and the cylindrical elevator door hissed as it opened. Clockwork then waved at Ciril. "Ciril my friend! Care to join us?"
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Ozma hung his head and hesitantly nodded at Ciril's words, not feeling up to argue with anyone right now. Just then, he heard loud, angry footsteps to his left descending down the stairs. Must be Cubey. He then heard a crash, and instinctively turned his head to see Cubey having slipped and fall on his back. Yep, Cubey. Cubey's words caused him to stagger and whimper, shutting his lips.
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Mosa waited for Riley to answer. He waved a hand in front of her face. "Ellloooo? Mosa to lady, is lady home?"
He then saw Cubey skipping past him, and heard his comment about Mosa's tricycle, causing him to scowl, and shook his fist and bellow. "THIS TRICYCLE HAS BEEN PASSED DOWN THE BELKAN LINE FOR GENERATIONS!"
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Ozma pondered whether or not he should visit Graves. With the choice of location and Cubey's presence...it seems to be a truckload of no. He gave Gelon a sympathetic glance as he sighed, and hung his head again immediately as he spoke. He kept quiet as Gelon gave his offer, but it did not take him long. It seems like Gelon was the only one who would give him a chance to redeem himself - and he would gladly take it.
Shaking his hand, Ozma nodded, though still unable to look him in the eye. "I'll do anything you ask."
Gelon slowly let go of his hand and raise Ozma's head softly "start with putting the past behind you for now and stop hanging your head, if you want to replace your father show some backbone but first let's go after cubey" Gelon said and let go of his chin and walk to the door "and don't ask about what I just told Riley, it's all true" gelon said and grab a cigarette and light it
"I'd at least ask her out for dinner or something first," Lekan replied tartly. "Besides, how would you even...?" The Ondari decided to leave it at that, not wanting to dwell upon the thought for too long. He looked at Quin, who at least didn't seem to mind the attention. Probably a refreshing change from being turned down so many times. The synthetic seemed friendly enough, although Lekan decided to keep an eye on him just in case.
Not even five seconds later, the purple-painted one opened the lift doors again and invited a friend of his, a blue-skinned Beastman with cybernetic arms. Lekan immediately moved to cover Quin's chest. The synthetic might not have batted an eye at her lack of clothing, but the Snek was another matter entirely. And hopefully a lot more rational, too.
Not even five seconds later, the purple-painted one opened the lift doors again and invited a friend of his, a blue-skinned Beastman with cybernetic arms. Lekan immediately moved to cover Quin's chest. The synthetic might not have batted an eye at her lack of clothing, but the Snek was another matter entirely. And hopefully a lot more rational, too.
(sorry its taken so long! Midterm week HELL. Especially when some are worth 40% of my grade. Those kinda take precedence over an rp..)
Riley did a double take when a booming voice was trying to get her attention. She was so lost in thought he had barely noticed him there. This was so unlike her... normally she'd just follow her heart without a worry in the world but...something was just not right. Something foreboding. "O-oh! I'm so sorry, I didn't....wait you're riding a tricycle? Dude how old are you?" Riley started to laugh. "I'm fine... I just realized that if I followed through with something I was gonna do, I'd have no evidence." Riley stood there for a moment. "So uh...hi..."
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Ophelia didn't smirk back at Graves. "It looks like you are in need of services more than I right now." She looked a bit behind Graves at megahertz and her servant creatures. They stood down but looked weary of her. Ophelia stared back at Graves with her soulless eyes. "I'm not a fan. They....indirectly...hurt me. And I'd like to do the same." She paused to give Graves an appraising look over. She didn't care what this man's true business was but if she was going to start with her revenge, he seemed like a good place to start before she would zero in on her main target. "A mercenary under Drakov's employment has enlightened me that he intends to capture GEHENNA for its power. Not destroy it. Destroying GEHENNA seems to have its benefits..." This was probably the most Ophelia has said in om bout in a long time, her stitches were starting to ache on the corners of her mouth. "Though I'm not sure if you know this already."
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Byatis crawled along the rooftops and noticed a group of Fed soldiers holding someone forcibly by the arm leading him somewhere. Curious, Byatis took a closer look. It was K2! "Oh that silly pirate, getting into his shenanigans again! " He happily laughed. Byatis decided to follow them by the rooftops. With the artificial daylight lights broken, he was hidden quite well.
Riley did a double take when a booming voice was trying to get her attention. She was so lost in thought he had barely noticed him there. This was so unlike her... normally she'd just follow her heart without a worry in the world but...something was just not right. Something foreboding. "O-oh! I'm so sorry, I didn't....wait you're riding a tricycle? Dude how old are you?" Riley started to laugh. "I'm fine... I just realized that if I followed through with something I was gonna do, I'd have no evidence." Riley stood there for a moment. "So uh...hi..."
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Ophelia didn't smirk back at Graves. "It looks like you are in need of services more than I right now." She looked a bit behind Graves at megahertz and her servant creatures. They stood down but looked weary of her. Ophelia stared back at Graves with her soulless eyes. "I'm not a fan. They....indirectly...hurt me. And I'd like to do the same." She paused to give Graves an appraising look over. She didn't care what this man's true business was but if she was going to start with her revenge, he seemed like a good place to start before she would zero in on her main target. "A mercenary under Drakov's employment has enlightened me that he intends to capture GEHENNA for its power. Not destroy it. Destroying GEHENNA seems to have its benefits..." This was probably the most Ophelia has said in om bout in a long time, her stitches were starting to ache on the corners of her mouth. "Though I'm not sure if you know this already."
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Byatis crawled along the rooftops and noticed a group of Fed soldiers holding someone forcibly by the arm leading him somewhere. Curious, Byatis took a closer look. It was K2! "Oh that silly pirate, getting into his shenanigans again! " He happily laughed. Byatis decided to follow them by the rooftops. With the artificial daylight lights broken, he was hidden quite well.
Ozma paid attention to Gelon's words, and nodded solemnly. "Yes....sir." He wasn't going to ask Gelon about his family matters anyways. He trusted the mercenary, but doing so right now would be very awkward. He followed Gelon, his chin up and his eyes determined.
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Mosa scoffed and folded his arms, smirking with his enormous maw. "HMPH! Did not matter how old you are! Good ride is good for everyone!" He then listened to Riley, and tilted his head. "Da...is that so....", he said with a lower voice than before, sympathetically. "Evidence will come in time! You go out and have fun! Wrinkles do bad things to faces. Beach time for everyone~", Mosa nodded vigorously as he tried to persuade her.
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Harrison and his men led K2 into the bridge elevator, pushing him towards Beatrice's room. They looked around the sterile white corridors, their battle-hardened instinct telling them something was following them....though nothing was visible. Harrison knocked on Beatrice's door, while one of the bigger soldiers kept K2 restrained.
"Madam Beatrice! 'Delivery'."
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Mosa scoffed and folded his arms, smirking with his enormous maw. "HMPH! Did not matter how old you are! Good ride is good for everyone!" He then listened to Riley, and tilted his head. "Da...is that so....", he said with a lower voice than before, sympathetically. "Evidence will come in time! You go out and have fun! Wrinkles do bad things to faces. Beach time for everyone~", Mosa nodded vigorously as he tried to persuade her.
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Harrison and his men led K2 into the bridge elevator, pushing him towards Beatrice's room. They looked around the sterile white corridors, their battle-hardened instinct telling them something was following them....though nothing was visible. Harrison knocked on Beatrice's door, while one of the bigger soldiers kept K2 restrained.
"Madam Beatrice! 'Delivery'."
The setting changes from F.S.S. Realta Nua to Nekrim
Lekan, Ciril, Quin, and Clock took the elevator down, and reached the beaches of Nekrim. Quin's eyes widened slightly as she took in the scenery. Sand so pure and white, they almost look like snow. Waters so pure, it almost seemed like they glow. The skies are artificial, just like the ones at the Realta Nua..but far, far bigger in scope. You could somewhat tell their artificial nature from the subtle honeycomb texture behind them. The waves brush against the beaches with a serene, tranquil noise. Ahead are many small islands, separated by the cyan seas, with the Realta Nua itself having docked on one of the bigger ones. There are many people here, clothed only in their swimwear, but the islands are so vast, it did not feel crowded at all.
Plenty of small, handmade, almost primitive stalls can be seen, fashioned from bamboos and wood. Clockwork's eyes scanned some of the stands. Ice cream, trinkets, swimwear..the usual. He whistled, not knowing where to start.
Plenty of small, handmade, almost primitive stalls can be seen, fashioned from bamboos and wood. Clockwork's eyes scanned some of the stands. Ice cream, trinkets, swimwear..the usual. He whistled, not knowing where to start.
The setting changes from Nekrim to Stratevaria Galaxy
(Super-stubby squishy post of failure...)
Graves considered Ophelia's words. He had no way of gauging her power thus far, something which would be crucial if he decided to accept her help. As if that was a question, he thought. Chiming sounded from his data pad once again, notifying him to an alert from Crotis for whatever reason. Glancing down, Graves saw that the designated meeting time with Ozma and Cubey approached. Sighing at the thought of the counter, he pulled out the communicator, activating it as he did so.
"I'll be at the meeting place shortly you two. Don't be surprised if I bring along some others. Just a heads-up." Tucking away the device, he turned back towards Ophelia and Megahertz. Tipping his hat towards them, he stated, "I need to go to an encounter with some others. If either of you desires to come along, be my guest."
Graves considered Ophelia's words. He had no way of gauging her power thus far, something which would be crucial if he decided to accept her help. As if that was a question, he thought. Chiming sounded from his data pad once again, notifying him to an alert from Crotis for whatever reason. Glancing down, Graves saw that the designated meeting time with Ozma and Cubey approached. Sighing at the thought of the counter, he pulled out the communicator, activating it as he did so.
"I'll be at the meeting place shortly you two. Don't be surprised if I bring along some others. Just a heads-up." Tucking away the device, he turned back towards Ophelia and Megahertz. Tipping his hat towards them, he stated, "I need to go to an encounter with some others. If either of you desires to come along, be my guest."
The setting changes from Stratevaria Galaxy to F.S.S. Realta Nua
Gelon knew that they had to pass Riley to go search for Cubey but what he didn't expect was Mosa "don't call me sir Ozma, just Gelon" he said and hold his wrist "now we are gonna pass that huge blue Beastman and the Illeryian, so try to keep it cool, you got me as protection" Gelon whispered to Ozma to keep him relaxed then he let go of his wrist while they got closer to Riley and Mosa while Gelon hoped on not to much comotion
(expect: K2, Beatrice, Ridley, Alisa (Vlad), Megahertz. Maybe: Ciril, Lekan, Byatis super maybe: Boris, Sentinel(?). just a reminder who i expect (not required) to react soon)
(expect: K2, Beatrice, Ridley, Alisa (Vlad), Megahertz. Maybe: Ciril, Lekan, Byatis super maybe: Boris, Sentinel(?). just a reminder who i expect (not required) to react soon)
Keeton kept his same stupid grin, he knew that transportation of a prisoner would take time. They would hold him in a facility on Nekrim for the time being. Now if his friends were ballsy enough to break him out would be the real question.
Keeton decided to look up, for no particular reason. He examined the busted panels meant for displaying artificial daylight. There he saw a figure, not cloaked but hiding for sure, Byatis. Hopefully the hell spawn would try and free him later, that would be nice of him. Keeton stuck his tongue out at the creature.
"What are you doing?" A soldier asks eying Keeton suspiciously. "None of your damn business!" Keeton angrily yells back at the guard. The grunt's only response was a shock baton right in the ribs. Keeton falls to his knees, mercilessly cussing at the battalion. After a brief amount of time Keeton begins walking with the troop once again making muffled sounds under the blanket of the muzzle placed upon his mouth.
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"I can't even take a fucking nap..." Beatrice whispers throwing the covers off and heading towards the door. Waiting in the hallway leading to the elevator is K2 and Captain Harrison from earlier in the morning. Thank you Captain I would like to say some words to the brat, before you throw him in a penitentiary. The muzzle is released from the pirate, as Beatrice and Keeton stare each other down.
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"I don't have anything to say to you..." Keeton says sipping his cup of tea.
"Listen your escapade has gone on long enough, I won. Sure it didn't go entirely my way, but nevertheless a criminal wanted by many many people has been turned in." She pours herself some tea, and sits down opposite to Keeton. "What I want to know is why I can't find a single trace of your measly existence before the age of 19, and before you explain that I also want to know how a kid like you that doesn't have horrendous criminal charges is on a Drakov top 10 list."
Keeton stares into the beaming eyes of the woman in front of him. They are lifeless, whatever soul was there had been crushed years before. "The old man said he knew you, assuming you are Beatrice Schwartz. He said you were ruthless, he told me that they watched you for years as you climbed the ladder of filth to the top. He told me you were one of the most intelligent lifeforms he had ever seen. So if that is all true, what the old man said, then why do you have me seated here asking me questions you already know? We both know something is coming, whether it will benefit you or me the most, is to be determined. However I am not the issue as you said. What happened in Keeton's life doesn't matter, but we both know what does, 'Project Scorpio'. The old man gave it to me, and that is the reason so many organizations have devoted their time to hunting me down."
Beatrice seethed with anger as the young man mocked her. Indeed the only reason for so high of a bounty was the disappearance of a classified Drakov weapon prototype. After the death of Captain Sullivan, resulting from a mutiny in his ranks, the universe discovered that he was the one that had stolen the valuable piece of tech. A weapon even the 'goody two shoes' Federation would slaughter for. Everyone knew that Sullivan had a kid on his ship that he adored, this child now sits in front of Beatrice making a rude face expression towards the Ishkavi. The only person that could know the whereabouts of 'Project Scorpio' was Keeton. "We are done here K2, have fun rotting in prison" She says giving a devious smile.
"No worries cat lady, I'll be back soon enough!" Keeton says as he is cuffed and lead out of the room by Harrison.
From there he is taken out of the Realta Nua, put on a truck and driven to a federation holding facility to eventually be transported to a maximum security prison.
Keeton decided to look up, for no particular reason. He examined the busted panels meant for displaying artificial daylight. There he saw a figure, not cloaked but hiding for sure, Byatis. Hopefully the hell spawn would try and free him later, that would be nice of him. Keeton stuck his tongue out at the creature.
"What are you doing?" A soldier asks eying Keeton suspiciously. "None of your damn business!" Keeton angrily yells back at the guard. The grunt's only response was a shock baton right in the ribs. Keeton falls to his knees, mercilessly cussing at the battalion. After a brief amount of time Keeton begins walking with the troop once again making muffled sounds under the blanket of the muzzle placed upon his mouth.
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"I can't even take a fucking nap..." Beatrice whispers throwing the covers off and heading towards the door. Waiting in the hallway leading to the elevator is K2 and Captain Harrison from earlier in the morning. Thank you Captain I would like to say some words to the brat, before you throw him in a penitentiary. The muzzle is released from the pirate, as Beatrice and Keeton stare each other down.
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"I don't have anything to say to you..." Keeton says sipping his cup of tea.
"Listen your escapade has gone on long enough, I won. Sure it didn't go entirely my way, but nevertheless a criminal wanted by many many people has been turned in." She pours herself some tea, and sits down opposite to Keeton. "What I want to know is why I can't find a single trace of your measly existence before the age of 19, and before you explain that I also want to know how a kid like you that doesn't have horrendous criminal charges is on a Drakov top 10 list."
Keeton stares into the beaming eyes of the woman in front of him. They are lifeless, whatever soul was there had been crushed years before. "The old man said he knew you, assuming you are Beatrice Schwartz. He said you were ruthless, he told me that they watched you for years as you climbed the ladder of filth to the top. He told me you were one of the most intelligent lifeforms he had ever seen. So if that is all true, what the old man said, then why do you have me seated here asking me questions you already know? We both know something is coming, whether it will benefit you or me the most, is to be determined. However I am not the issue as you said. What happened in Keeton's life doesn't matter, but we both know what does, 'Project Scorpio'. The old man gave it to me, and that is the reason so many organizations have devoted their time to hunting me down."
Beatrice seethed with anger as the young man mocked her. Indeed the only reason for so high of a bounty was the disappearance of a classified Drakov weapon prototype. After the death of Captain Sullivan, resulting from a mutiny in his ranks, the universe discovered that he was the one that had stolen the valuable piece of tech. A weapon even the 'goody two shoes' Federation would slaughter for. Everyone knew that Sullivan had a kid on his ship that he adored, this child now sits in front of Beatrice making a rude face expression towards the Ishkavi. The only person that could know the whereabouts of 'Project Scorpio' was Keeton. "We are done here K2, have fun rotting in prison" She says giving a devious smile.
"No worries cat lady, I'll be back soon enough!" Keeton says as he is cuffed and lead out of the room by Harrison.
From there he is taken out of the Realta Nua, put on a truck and driven to a federation holding facility to eventually be transported to a maximum security prison.
The setting changes from F.S.S. Realta Nua to Nekrim
Lekan gleefully looked around at Nekrim's landscape, looking all the happier once the elevator doors opened to let in the sea air. Barring the artificial sky projectors, and of course the many alien tourists, the place looked almost like home. The sound of the waves breaking against the shores could still be heard even over the chatter of the tourists.
First things first, though. Quin needed a proper swimsuit, and Lekan's arm was going to get tired from being used as an improvised covering. Glancing at the nearest stalls, he spotted one selling swimwear, and there were even a couple of cubicles for changing right next to it. He pointed out his find to Quin using his other main arm, although with her keen eyes she might have already seen it.
First things first, though. Quin needed a proper swimsuit, and Lekan's arm was going to get tired from being used as an improvised covering. Glancing at the nearest stalls, he spotted one selling swimwear, and there were even a couple of cubicles for changing right next to it. He pointed out his find to Quin using his other main arm, although with her keen eyes she might have already seen it.
The setting changes from Nekrim to Stratevaria Galaxy
Cubey ignored the fellow beastman's angry words, continuing to run off in a huff towards the meeting place, hoping he wasn't too late and wishing he had brought a watch with him. As well as fully understanding how to tell time. That stuff is super tricky. He continued on nonetheless,despite his lack of knowledge on accurate time telling. He then began to wonder if the smokey man was a bad guy. He didn't seem like it at first but then neither did Ozma. He did look more like a bad guy though, kinda like a gangster guys or detective bloke in those films the grown ups in the facility wouldn't let him watch.
Before he could ponder on it any longer however, as Graves' voice came suddenly out of the communicator, announcing that he would be at the meeting point soon, which Cubey was happy to hear as he began getting extremely near the place now, or at least he thought so. What he wasn't too keen on hearing is that he might bring some people along with him. He wasn't sure if he wanted to meet new people yet, worrying if they were bad guys and if the entire meeting is a trap. He would have to ask them about it. A little imaginary light bulb lit up for Cubey in that moment to which he decided to bellow at the communicator; "Hey Mr. smokey man, are you and your friends bad guys?", before adding a few repeats of a confused hello until he realized he still hadn't fingerd out how to chat to people on the device. Shoving the communicator back in his pocket, Cubey began sprinting towards his destination again, lightening the gravity to help along a little.
When he finally arrived at the place, he realized how much the ship's staff had repaired the place, and how much they 'cleaned up' as well. It's almost if there was just some nasty accidents about the place rather than the full force attack that there was yesterday, with only a few blood splatters here and there, along with a few areas of small collateral damage. Deunan's body was gone too, causing Cubey to stare at the spot where he last saw here, or at least though she last saw her. It was tricky to tell, since they did a rather good job of tidying up. He wondered where his dearly departed friend went. He stood in silence for a while, awaiting Graves and whoever else he brought with him to arrive.
Before he could ponder on it any longer however, as Graves' voice came suddenly out of the communicator, announcing that he would be at the meeting point soon, which Cubey was happy to hear as he began getting extremely near the place now, or at least he thought so. What he wasn't too keen on hearing is that he might bring some people along with him. He wasn't sure if he wanted to meet new people yet, worrying if they were bad guys and if the entire meeting is a trap. He would have to ask them about it. A little imaginary light bulb lit up for Cubey in that moment to which he decided to bellow at the communicator; "Hey Mr. smokey man, are you and your friends bad guys?", before adding a few repeats of a confused hello until he realized he still hadn't fingerd out how to chat to people on the device. Shoving the communicator back in his pocket, Cubey began sprinting towards his destination again, lightening the gravity to help along a little.
When he finally arrived at the place, he realized how much the ship's staff had repaired the place, and how much they 'cleaned up' as well. It's almost if there was just some nasty accidents about the place rather than the full force attack that there was yesterday, with only a few blood splatters here and there, along with a few areas of small collateral damage. Deunan's body was gone too, causing Cubey to stare at the spot where he last saw here, or at least though she last saw her. It was tricky to tell, since they did a rather good job of tidying up. He wondered where his dearly departed friend went. He stood in silence for a while, awaiting Graves and whoever else he brought with him to arrive.
The setting changes from Stratevaria Galaxy to F.S.S. Realta Nua
Riley smiled a bit as Mosa cheered her up a bit, "Yeah, perhaps it will. Oh! We've made it to Nekrim? I must have lost track of time! Ahah, well I guess I COULD use some relaxation on the beach and breath another form of simulated fresh air." Riley could hear the squeaking of Mosa's floatation toys as he moved around and tried not to giggle. "Let's go before the good spots are taken!" Riley could feel two presences coming up behind them, but had no way of knowing who they were unless they spoke, so she simply took a step or two closer to Mosa to get out of their way.
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Ophelia stared quietly for a moment as she listened to Graves talk on his communicator in a hushed tone. Simply nodding at Graves' offer she followed behind him and glanced back at Megahertz wondering if she'd join them or not, though you couldn't tell from Ophelia's forever cold gaze.
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Byatis noticed K2 looking up at him. He stuck his tongue out back at K2 and had to stifle a giggle when he got tazed. But, Byatis took that as a sign to be careful and activated his natural camouflage. He hopped from rooftop to rooftop until they went up an elevator, to which he sat like a puppy waiting for its owner. Sure enough, time passed and the Federation troops were back with K2 still in tow, and Byatis continued his cloaked pursuit.
After a while Byatis comes upon a small jail building. This was definitely temporary as Byatis already spotted a few ways past the guards. He quietly creeped up to the building and followed K2's scent. He must be a bit up, Byatis thought. Byatis tapped the wall quickly. Nothing was triggered...good. Quietly crawling up the jail wall, Byatis peered in to a window and saw K2 in his cell. Keeping cloaked Byatis giggled in a hushed tone. "Oooo someone's in troooouble."
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Ophelia stared quietly for a moment as she listened to Graves talk on his communicator in a hushed tone. Simply nodding at Graves' offer she followed behind him and glanced back at Megahertz wondering if she'd join them or not, though you couldn't tell from Ophelia's forever cold gaze.
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Byatis noticed K2 looking up at him. He stuck his tongue out back at K2 and had to stifle a giggle when he got tazed. But, Byatis took that as a sign to be careful and activated his natural camouflage. He hopped from rooftop to rooftop until they went up an elevator, to which he sat like a puppy waiting for its owner. Sure enough, time passed and the Federation troops were back with K2 still in tow, and Byatis continued his cloaked pursuit.
After a while Byatis comes upon a small jail building. This was definitely temporary as Byatis already spotted a few ways past the guards. He quietly creeped up to the building and followed K2's scent. He must be a bit up, Byatis thought. Byatis tapped the wall quickly. Nothing was triggered...good. Quietly crawling up the jail wall, Byatis peered in to a window and saw K2 in his cell. Keeping cloaked Byatis giggled in a hushed tone. "Oooo someone's in troooouble."
The setting changes from F.S.S. Realta Nua to Nekrim
Ciril kept quiet during the trip but as Lekan and Quin pulled away to find swimwear, he turned to Clockwork. "Clockwork, I need to update you on recent events. Unfortunately, it may ruin your....vacation. " he frowned slightly, "I'm not sure where you where earlier...I also have some information for you...but first." he removed both pairs of sunglasses, squinting in the tropical sunlight of Nekrim, but looking at the Synthetic. "Your captain K2 has been taken in by the Federation. He turned himself in to prevent a firefight. I tried to negotiate his release but.... " he shook his head slightly. "I need to distance myself from the area before I work on his case. Its why I didn't mention it until now. Please do not do anything rash. I'm sure we can come up with a proper plan."
Without pupils, it was not obvious whether or not Quin was actually looking at where Lekan was pointing, but she proved so as she quietly hovered away to pick her swimwear, silently feeling rather amused at the selection - and at the reaction of the vendor as his eyes traveled a little too far down.
Clockwork folded his arms as he listened to Ciril. He made no comment for a while, quietly thinking, as the ambient noise of the beach goers go on behind them. "...Is that so....", Clockwork whispered, in a voice raspier and lower than he usually used. Turning himself in? Didn't sound like the K2 he (Very briefly) knew. Still, he nodded at Ciril, showing his approval. "Alright. I'm not much for thinking, so I'll leave that up to you." Deep down, he felt somewhat annoyed and upset. He was hoping that someone like Ciril could quickly find out about his past, but it seemed like that would have to wait.
Quin returned to Lekan with a cheetah print bikini. "What do you think?", Quin asked as she tilted her head and reached for her chin. From head to thighs she looked very much humanoid, strange headdress aside, albeit with pale green skin. From the middle of her thighs to her feet though, not much was different from her typical attire; featuring insectoid legs with clawed toes.
Clockwork folded his arms as he listened to Ciril. He made no comment for a while, quietly thinking, as the ambient noise of the beach goers go on behind them. "...Is that so....", Clockwork whispered, in a voice raspier and lower than he usually used. Turning himself in? Didn't sound like the K2 he (Very briefly) knew. Still, he nodded at Ciril, showing his approval. "Alright. I'm not much for thinking, so I'll leave that up to you." Deep down, he felt somewhat annoyed and upset. He was hoping that someone like Ciril could quickly find out about his past, but it seemed like that would have to wait.
Quin returned to Lekan with a cheetah print bikini. "What do you think?", Quin asked as she tilted her head and reached for her chin. From head to thighs she looked very much humanoid, strange headdress aside, albeit with pale green skin. From the middle of her thighs to her feet though, not much was different from her typical attire; featuring insectoid legs with clawed toes.
The setting changes from Nekrim to F.S.S. Realta Nua
Ozma was a bit surprised when Gelon grabbed his wrist, instinctively turning to look at him, but nodded understandingly at his advice. "Ah, yes s-...Gelon." His heart skipped a beat as he saw Riley, and a big blue Beastman beside her. He did not want any trouble, so he lowered his gaze.
Mosa grinned happily at Riley's positive reaction, showing off his enormous teeth. "Beach moon big enough for most people. But Mosa big enough for most beach moons! HAHAHA!" He turned around as his tail could feel the vibrations of the approaching Gelon and Ozma. He greeted them with a slightly forced smile and a wave. "AH, Gelon!! Flying Munchkin! Good day!!" At least, he did not sound like he held a grudge against Gelon.
Ozma would respond, but Riley's presence there made it extra awkward.
"You two going to beach?", Mosa questioned them as he stepped off the tricycle and slung it over his shoulders. It was getting inconvenient.
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Megahertz have been keeping silent of the matter this whole time, when she realized Ophelia's pitch black, shark-like eyes were on her. "!" She nearly fell from the realization, then looked between her and Graves, and realized she hadn't answered his questions. "Eh? Oh!...yeah, I..guess I could come along.", she responded warily, her two demonic pets staying by her side. She wasn't completely sure she was in on the 'Anti-Drakov' revolution. Graves made her very suspicious. But if he could help her find Sentinel.....
Mosa grinned happily at Riley's positive reaction, showing off his enormous teeth. "Beach moon big enough for most people. But Mosa big enough for most beach moons! HAHAHA!" He turned around as his tail could feel the vibrations of the approaching Gelon and Ozma. He greeted them with a slightly forced smile and a wave. "AH, Gelon!! Flying Munchkin! Good day!!" At least, he did not sound like he held a grudge against Gelon.
Ozma would respond, but Riley's presence there made it extra awkward.
"You two going to beach?", Mosa questioned them as he stepped off the tricycle and slung it over his shoulders. It was getting inconvenient.
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Megahertz have been keeping silent of the matter this whole time, when she realized Ophelia's pitch black, shark-like eyes were on her. "!" She nearly fell from the realization, then looked between her and Graves, and realized she hadn't answered his questions. "Eh? Oh!...yeah, I..guess I could come along.", she responded warily, her two demonic pets staying by her side. She wasn't completely sure she was in on the 'Anti-Drakov' revolution. Graves made her very suspicious. But if he could help her find Sentinel.....
Gelon waved back to Mosa and keeps walking with Ozma "not yet Mosa going after a small green guy called cubey, just making sure he doesn't get in trouble, maybe after that we will" Gelon told Mosa and waved again to him as he and Ozma left him and Riley "now, where do you think cubey could have gone to?"
"Okay then. BYE!" Mosa waved at the pair, watching them walk into the distance.
After Mosa and Riley were out of earshot, Ozma turned to Gelon, remembering Graves' offer. "....I...I know where. Follow me." Quickening his pace, Ozma headed for Graves' meeting shot.
After Mosa and Riley were out of earshot, Ozma turned to Gelon, remembering Graves' offer. "....I...I know where. Follow me." Quickening his pace, Ozma headed for Graves' meeting shot.
Gelon nodded and followed Ozma on his quickend pace "so Ozma....can i know something of what you confessed in your house?" Gelon asked wanting toknow why Ozma put a hit on his father, he did have an idea but he wasn't sure about it and he wanted to help Ozma if he told him more about his motives
As Ophelia and Megahertz responded to his offer of tagging along to the meeting with Cubey and Ozma, Graves thought as to what he would do after he had discussed the matter of Deunan. One thing was certain: he had to prevent Drakov and his subordinates from reaching or at least capturing whatever this GEHENNA thing was. If Drakov could somehow manage to turn the creature or organization to his advantage then the possibility of Drakov becoming the single strongest person in the galaxy was almost certain despite not knowing the capabilities of GEHENNA as it was. Not a comforting prospect in the least.
"Since it seems we will all be travelling together, I'd say we should begin leaving about now," he rasped before hacking violently, spittle flying over the floor as coughs wracked his body. Touching a hand to his lips, blood came away, vermilion stains on his rough skin. A grimace graced his lips as he stood, pain and annoyance coursing through his body in tandem. Gripping the pistol in his hand tightly, the synthetic and metal grip dug into his hand, leaving imprints.
Turning to face the door, he commanded, "Follow me." Without assuring himself that Megahertz and Beatrice were following him, he began to stride towards the meeting place which had been arranged earlier. Retrieving his communicator once again, he activated it and said, "I'll be there in a minute or two. Try and be on time." Storing the device, his eyes ignored the decorations, work crews, and soldiers rushing through the ship in the bustle of unloading and repairing any remaining damages. If his mind served him correctly, they were approaching the area where Deunan was assassinated. Rounding a corner, he spotted Cubey and his viasge immediately lightened as he gazed upon the piteous creature. Pain lay clear on Cubey's face, that much Graves could tell. Slowing his stride and holstering the pistol in his coat, Graves approached Cubey before stopping to speak two words, "Hello Cubey."
"Since it seems we will all be travelling together, I'd say we should begin leaving about now," he rasped before hacking violently, spittle flying over the floor as coughs wracked his body. Touching a hand to his lips, blood came away, vermilion stains on his rough skin. A grimace graced his lips as he stood, pain and annoyance coursing through his body in tandem. Gripping the pistol in his hand tightly, the synthetic and metal grip dug into his hand, leaving imprints.
Turning to face the door, he commanded, "Follow me." Without assuring himself that Megahertz and Beatrice were following him, he began to stride towards the meeting place which had been arranged earlier. Retrieving his communicator once again, he activated it and said, "I'll be there in a minute or two. Try and be on time." Storing the device, his eyes ignored the decorations, work crews, and soldiers rushing through the ship in the bustle of unloading and repairing any remaining damages. If his mind served him correctly, they were approaching the area where Deunan was assassinated. Rounding a corner, he spotted Cubey and his viasge immediately lightened as he gazed upon the piteous creature. Pain lay clear on Cubey's face, that much Graves could tell. Slowing his stride and holstering the pistol in his coat, Graves approached Cubey before stopping to speak two words, "Hello Cubey."
The setting changes from F.S.S. Realta Nua to Nekrim
The spy nodded and replaced his sunglasses. Truth be told, he didn't exactly want to drop the emotional bomb on Clockwork about his past just yet. It was an inappropriate time. He glanced around and noted they were essentially alone, no one in ear shot. Quin and Lekan had gone to try on bathing suits apparently. Ciril smiled a little and raised his communicator to his ear holes. He put his faith in the Federation not being the most thorough, and being able to actually contact K2 directly. "I'm trying to call in a few favors as we speak, Clockwork, but lets check on the status of our companion, shall we?" he dialed.
"Good afternoon, K2. I trust your current surroundings are.... disagreeable. Please update me." he spoke into the device and waited for a response.
Quin and Lekan returned and Ciril looked over at Quin asking for appraisal of her new outfit. Professional as ever, yet smooth, Ciril nodded and commented "the cut and fit is pleasing, but the print is rather daring. A surprising choice, but if worn with confidence, would turn heads in a positive , not negative, manner."
It was funny how despite being flesh and blood, Ciril was more "robotic" than his Synthetic friend, though charming in his own way.
"Good afternoon, K2. I trust your current surroundings are.... disagreeable. Please update me." he spoke into the device and waited for a response.
Quin and Lekan returned and Ciril looked over at Quin asking for appraisal of her new outfit. Professional as ever, yet smooth, Ciril nodded and commented "the cut and fit is pleasing, but the print is rather daring. A surprising choice, but if worn with confidence, would turn heads in a positive , not negative, manner."
It was funny how despite being flesh and blood, Ciril was more "robotic" than his Synthetic friend, though charming in his own way.
"And you said you looked terrible in a bikini," Lekan said in a playful manner when Quin showed him her new swimwear. He rather liked what appeared to be some sort of camouflage pattern on it, even if said pattern was only there for looks. Now that he was no longer having to use one of his arms for the sake of modesty he could get a proper look at the Genesior's feminine figure sans armour. Just like with the male form, Quin looked pretty similar to a human, asides from the head, legs and skin colouration.
Even the synthetic's friend, Ciril, had something to say about the outfit, and while Lekan wasn't exactly an expert on fashion (or even clothes in general), there were still a few points he found himself agreeing with. "The colour is quite fitting too. Very sandy," the Ondari added happily. He gazed out towards the sea for a moment before heading towards the shore. "Shall we, Quin?" He looked back at the other two. "Are you coming down to the beach too, or have you got other plans?"
Even the synthetic's friend, Ciril, had something to say about the outfit, and while Lekan wasn't exactly an expert on fashion (or even clothes in general), there were still a few points he found himself agreeing with. "The colour is quite fitting too. Very sandy," the Ondari added happily. He gazed out towards the sea for a moment before heading towards the shore. "Shall we, Quin?" He looked back at the other two. "Are you coming down to the beach too, or have you got other plans?"
Keeton turned suddenly, the voice from the other side of the wall had startled him. Wait he had heard that voice before, of course, it was everyone's favorite horrible monstrosity! Byatis!
"It appears so, what are you doing here?" The pirate asks, desperate to talk to someone. "You know temporary confinement is not all it's cracked up to be. I already got in a fight, and stabbed him with my shiv. Kinda boring, not like when we fought that tank. That was freaking awesome!" Keeton lets out a chuckle. "Oh they took out my eye, that fucking hurt. I am wearing an eye patch now. Like fucking Jesus an eye patch how much more cliche can you be. They are throwing me in the S.H.U for stabbing that dude. So this is are one and only rendezvous, did you come here to tell me that Riley madly misses me? Wait do you know Riley? I don't remember..." Desperate for attention the pirate keeps rambling to the cloaked figure.
"Hey! Who are you talking to in there?!" The guard yells while unlocking the cell door. "Oh its okay, its just my invisible eldritch monster friend!" Keeton's sarcasm is met with another shock baton between the ribs. Keeton falls to the ground, and looks up at Byatis. "See ya friend!" Finally looking into the window, Byatis can now notice the fear in Keeton's eyes as he is led out of the room.
(OOC note: I really appreciate you guys trying to keep K2 in the story, but I want to take a break from him to develop Beatrice.)
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Beatrice stepped out of the Nua with only a small little green bag, and wearing a bright green bikini that left nothing to the imagination. She was done working, after all it had almost gotten her killed, and almost no one on the Nua knew what she looked like. So she thought it was due time for a vacation. She strolled past the insectoid, squid, protector, and mysterious snek. Hardly caring about whether or not they recognized her or not. Ciril, she thought to herself, he was there when K2 was arrested. She shook her head violently, no this was her time. She found a comfortable lounging chair, and basked in the warm glow of the sun without a single care in the world, she hoped.
"It appears so, what are you doing here?" The pirate asks, desperate to talk to someone. "You know temporary confinement is not all it's cracked up to be. I already got in a fight, and stabbed him with my shiv. Kinda boring, not like when we fought that tank. That was freaking awesome!" Keeton lets out a chuckle. "Oh they took out my eye, that fucking hurt. I am wearing an eye patch now. Like fucking Jesus an eye patch how much more cliche can you be. They are throwing me in the S.H.U for stabbing that dude. So this is are one and only rendezvous, did you come here to tell me that Riley madly misses me? Wait do you know Riley? I don't remember..." Desperate for attention the pirate keeps rambling to the cloaked figure.
"Hey! Who are you talking to in there?!" The guard yells while unlocking the cell door. "Oh its okay, its just my invisible eldritch monster friend!" Keeton's sarcasm is met with another shock baton between the ribs. Keeton falls to the ground, and looks up at Byatis. "See ya friend!" Finally looking into the window, Byatis can now notice the fear in Keeton's eyes as he is led out of the room.
(OOC note: I really appreciate you guys trying to keep K2 in the story, but I want to take a break from him to develop Beatrice.)
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Beatrice stepped out of the Nua with only a small little green bag, and wearing a bright green bikini that left nothing to the imagination. She was done working, after all it had almost gotten her killed, and almost no one on the Nua knew what she looked like. So she thought it was due time for a vacation. She strolled past the insectoid, squid, protector, and mysterious snek. Hardly caring about whether or not they recognized her or not. Ciril, she thought to herself, he was there when K2 was arrested. She shook her head violently, no this was her time. She found a comfortable lounging chair, and basked in the warm glow of the sun without a single care in the world, she hoped.
Clockwork gave two thumbs up at the sight of Quin's outfit, massively approving. "Ten out of ten! Those curves look amazing on you, girl" He was rather amused at Ciril and Lekan's more formal reactions, though he kept that to himself.
Quin nodded, pleased, at the three men's reactions. "Sandy.", Quin repeated, finding that term amusing for some reason. It seemed like Lekan was not going to make fun of her lack of assets. She then nodded, hovering besides Lekan. She paused for a bit, as she usually does when carefully thinking over her actions and words, then held up her hand in front of Lekan, apparently expecting him to treat her like a lady.
Clock put his right arm around Ciril's shoulder, pulling him close, then gave a thumbs up to Lekan's offer. "You expect me to miss out on the sight of hot green skinned space babes? Never!", he remarked with his usual playful tone. In the back of his mind, he worried about K2, but his cybernetic nanopaste gut told him that he should go for a wait and see approach...for now.
The four proceeded to take in the sight of the beaches. The benefits of advanced technology were great and many, especially in a luxurious place such as this. There was neither ugliness nor plainness here. All the men and women were fit and universally attractive, dressed in equally flattering (and revealing outfits), as they bath in the sun, swim in the waters, and play volleyball. Bodies glistened with sweat and water, hair flowing about in the wind.
They entered the relaxing Beatrice's line of sight, and Clock was instantly drawn by her impressive looks. He leaned and whispered to Ciril. "Ciril! I'm gonna show you how to be a quintessential cybernetic gentleman! Watch and learn~"
He zoomed over to Beatrice, standing over her and blocking out her sun. He gestured with his right arm as if he was flipping his hair....though he had no hair to speak of. He cleared his throat, and blurted out his choice of a pickup line:
"Hey babe!..Is your father an astronaut? Cause your beauty almost sent me jumping to the stars!"
Behind them, Quin suddenly had a mini drum set with her when they weren't looking, with which she performed a flawless rimshot.
Quin nodded, pleased, at the three men's reactions. "Sandy.", Quin repeated, finding that term amusing for some reason. It seemed like Lekan was not going to make fun of her lack of assets. She then nodded, hovering besides Lekan. She paused for a bit, as she usually does when carefully thinking over her actions and words, then held up her hand in front of Lekan, apparently expecting him to treat her like a lady.
Clock put his right arm around Ciril's shoulder, pulling him close, then gave a thumbs up to Lekan's offer. "You expect me to miss out on the sight of hot green skinned space babes? Never!", he remarked with his usual playful tone. In the back of his mind, he worried about K2, but his cybernetic nanopaste gut told him that he should go for a wait and see approach...for now.
The four proceeded to take in the sight of the beaches. The benefits of advanced technology were great and many, especially in a luxurious place such as this. There was neither ugliness nor plainness here. All the men and women were fit and universally attractive, dressed in equally flattering (and revealing outfits), as they bath in the sun, swim in the waters, and play volleyball. Bodies glistened with sweat and water, hair flowing about in the wind.
They entered the relaxing Beatrice's line of sight, and Clock was instantly drawn by her impressive looks. He leaned and whispered to Ciril. "Ciril! I'm gonna show you how to be a quintessential cybernetic gentleman! Watch and learn~"
He zoomed over to Beatrice, standing over her and blocking out her sun. He gestured with his right arm as if he was flipping his hair....though he had no hair to speak of. He cleared his throat, and blurted out his choice of a pickup line:
"Hey babe!..Is your father an astronaut? Cause your beauty almost sent me jumping to the stars!"
Behind them, Quin suddenly had a mini drum set with her when they weren't looking, with which she performed a flawless rimshot.
The setting changes from Nekrim to F.S.S. Realta Nua
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Megahertz followed Graves quietly, accompanied by her hellhound and deathcat. She furrowed her brows at Graves' strange coughing, but knew better than to ask him anything bluntly. She decided, instead, to make a mental note of that. The hellhound, ever vigilant, constantly glared at both Graves and Ophelia, snarling aggressively and distrustingly. The deathcat, never caring, rocked his head as he strutted forward, as if headbanging to an inaudible tune.
She followed Graves, and saw Cubey standing there. She felt...strange. Cubey's strange appearance gave her a feeling of uncanny valley, but at the same time, there was..something strange in his eyes. Something sad.....
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Ozma looked away in response to Gelon's question. He wasn't very enthusiastic in answering that question, but Gelon seemed to be the most accepting person in the galaxy right now, so he figured it wouldn't hurt.
"...It's...pretty selfish really.", Ozma whispered, voice dripping with guilt and hesitance. "I..I was just....resentful. My father....he always prefered me over Deunan. He did not even make that a secret."
Ozma gazed at the ceiling. "And yet...I..can never bring myself to hate Deunan. She was kind, caring, sweet to everyone. Even me." He sighed and frowned. "I feel like such a spiteful asshole...."
It did not seem like Ozma wanted to discuss this much, though he passed a glance at Gelon, silently wondering what his reaction would be.
Either way, he quickened his pace, and soon, arrived at the meeting spot with the expected Cubey, Graves, and...two other people he did not recognize. Ozma gave the two ladies a brief look, then very quickly turned his gaze, for obvious reasons. He glanced at Gelon again, then to Cubey. He wanted to apologize...but decided it wasn't the right time. He turned instead to Graves, and took a deep breath. "...I'm here. I brought a..friend... along. I hope you don't mind."
Megahertz followed Graves quietly, accompanied by her hellhound and deathcat. She furrowed her brows at Graves' strange coughing, but knew better than to ask him anything bluntly. She decided, instead, to make a mental note of that. The hellhound, ever vigilant, constantly glared at both Graves and Ophelia, snarling aggressively and distrustingly. The deathcat, never caring, rocked his head as he strutted forward, as if headbanging to an inaudible tune.
She followed Graves, and saw Cubey standing there. She felt...strange. Cubey's strange appearance gave her a feeling of uncanny valley, but at the same time, there was..something strange in his eyes. Something sad.....
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Ozma looked away in response to Gelon's question. He wasn't very enthusiastic in answering that question, but Gelon seemed to be the most accepting person in the galaxy right now, so he figured it wouldn't hurt.
"...It's...pretty selfish really.", Ozma whispered, voice dripping with guilt and hesitance. "I..I was just....resentful. My father....he always prefered me over Deunan. He did not even make that a secret."
Ozma gazed at the ceiling. "And yet...I..can never bring myself to hate Deunan. She was kind, caring, sweet to everyone. Even me." He sighed and frowned. "I feel like such a spiteful asshole...."
It did not seem like Ozma wanted to discuss this much, though he passed a glance at Gelon, silently wondering what his reaction would be.
Either way, he quickened his pace, and soon, arrived at the meeting spot with the expected Cubey, Graves, and...two other people he did not recognize. Ozma gave the two ladies a brief look, then very quickly turned his gaze, for obvious reasons. He glanced at Gelon again, then to Cubey. He wanted to apologize...but decided it wasn't the right time. He turned instead to Graves, and took a deep breath. "...I'm here. I brought a..friend... along. I hope you don't mind."
Gelon nodded as Ozma answered his question and accepted it since this might not have been the good time "yes you are right in that" Gelon said and keeps following him, when they arrived cubey was at deunan's last seen location but Clark, megahertz with some kind of beasts and Ophelia were there as well, Ozma must have had a reason not telling him about this meeting and he hopped none of them would make a scene or pick a fight
The setting changes from F.S.S. Realta Nua to Stratevaria Galaxy
As Cubey waited around staring at his surroundings, he pondered if he was walking into a trap, but deciding against it very quickly, not only because he wanted to pretend that wasn't going to happen, and that he couldn't really see the point in making a trap for him and Ozma.
He then swerved round to see Graves greeting him to which he waved back at him a replied; "Hello Mr. smokey suit man. I have big news for you.", before he began staring at the pair behind him. He had no idea who the very human looking lady behind him was, but he vaguely remembered the much lankier and scarier looking lady, probably was back when they were fighting those giant kitty things. He decided it was probably best to ignore them for now.
He shook his head in attempt to refocus on the one who invited him here, taking a deep breath before telling Jeremy; "Ozma hired an assassin person to kill his dad from the same group that killed Deunan, I don't think he hired anyone to hurt her though but I think he said Venom were the big stupid smelly poo poo head she hired.", which was shortly followed by him glaring furiously at the ground for a few moments, seeming to be in a sulk of sorts. It didn't improve his mood when he turned to the voice of Ozma who brought along Gelon with him, apologizing for his lateness, to which he stroppily turned his back to the recently arrived duo.
Crossing his arms for a moment, Cubey did his best to figure out why he and Ozma were called to here, which took only mere seconds before he gave up and asked Graves; "Hey Mr. smokey suit man, why did ya tell us to come here? And what did you want to talk about? Are we joining your club thing? Are those two ladies in your club thing? Is it a trap? Is it something important? Who are those two ladies? Are they your girlfriends?", as he floated around when blabbered his tirade of question at the criminal leader, still trying his best to ignore Ozma, though also a bit wary of the new strangers that arrived, and worried if Gelon thought bad of him for not liking his friend.
He then swerved round to see Graves greeting him to which he waved back at him a replied; "Hello Mr. smokey suit man. I have big news for you.", before he began staring at the pair behind him. He had no idea who the very human looking lady behind him was, but he vaguely remembered the much lankier and scarier looking lady, probably was back when they were fighting those giant kitty things. He decided it was probably best to ignore them for now.
He shook his head in attempt to refocus on the one who invited him here, taking a deep breath before telling Jeremy; "Ozma hired an assassin person to kill his dad from the same group that killed Deunan, I don't think he hired anyone to hurt her though but I think he said Venom were the big stupid smelly poo poo head she hired.", which was shortly followed by him glaring furiously at the ground for a few moments, seeming to be in a sulk of sorts. It didn't improve his mood when he turned to the voice of Ozma who brought along Gelon with him, apologizing for his lateness, to which he stroppily turned his back to the recently arrived duo.
Crossing his arms for a moment, Cubey did his best to figure out why he and Ozma were called to here, which took only mere seconds before he gave up and asked Graves; "Hey Mr. smokey suit man, why did ya tell us to come here? And what did you want to talk about? Are we joining your club thing? Are those two ladies in your club thing? Is it a trap? Is it something important? Who are those two ladies? Are they your girlfriends?", as he floated around when blabbered his tirade of question at the criminal leader, still trying his best to ignore Ozma, though also a bit wary of the new strangers that arrived, and worried if Gelon thought bad of him for not liking his friend.
The setting changes from Stratevaria Galaxy to F.S.S. Realta Nua
Byatis just watched his his usual smile as K2 was tased and dragged away. He stood there a moment in quiet before blurting out. :....Okay bye!" and he turned off of the wall he clung to, landing with a thud on all fours. Now that they were docked in Nekrim, Byatis figured he could take advantage of the much more sparsely populated Realta Nua. Mainly just to explore. Byatis deactivated his camouflage and sauntered along the roads on all fours. Even when crawling, Byatis's figure was was massive.n
After a short while of walking peacefully, humming 'Its not Unusual' to himself, he heard voices, but one word stuck out in particular. Venom. The organization he worked for! Byatis shifted with a mighty curiosity and crawled up another rooftop, and laid down on his back, just listening to what was being talked about. He had no intention upon acting on it, though. The main voice that stuck out to him was that of a child? It certainly sounded like it, which confused him greatly.
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Ophelia remained quiet as they approached Cubey. This was who this man wanted to meet? She had no idea why. It was just a child, or, it sounded like one. Though she did have a vague memory of the beastman they day they fought the Cazadores, and when Deunan died. Only now did it register to Ophelia, that that was where they had ended up just now. She had no sentimental attachment so it took her a moment. Suddenly, she heard two voices calling out in the distance. One of them she recognized instantly. Gelon. Her cold stare twitched as he spoke but she didn't break out into a rage, though you could tell she was mad.
Suddenly Cubey let on a barrage of questions which started to get on Ophelia's nerves, to which she spoke with sharpness in her voice. "Grow up," was all she decided to say. If looks could kill...
After a short while of walking peacefully, humming 'Its not Unusual' to himself, he heard voices, but one word stuck out in particular. Venom. The organization he worked for! Byatis shifted with a mighty curiosity and crawled up another rooftop, and laid down on his back, just listening to what was being talked about. He had no intention upon acting on it, though. The main voice that stuck out to him was that of a child? It certainly sounded like it, which confused him greatly.
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Ophelia remained quiet as they approached Cubey. This was who this man wanted to meet? She had no idea why. It was just a child, or, it sounded like one. Though she did have a vague memory of the beastman they day they fought the Cazadores, and when Deunan died. Only now did it register to Ophelia, that that was where they had ended up just now. She had no sentimental attachment so it took her a moment. Suddenly, she heard two voices calling out in the distance. One of them she recognized instantly. Gelon. Her cold stare twitched as he spoke but she didn't break out into a rage, though you could tell she was mad.
Suddenly Cubey let on a barrage of questions which started to get on Ophelia's nerves, to which she spoke with sharpness in her voice. "Grow up," was all she decided to say. If looks could kill...
The setting changes from F.S.S. Realta Nua to Nekrim
Riley smiled at Mosa after the two left. "Last one to the elevator has to buy the other a drink on the beach! Aha" With that she ran down the road passed Mosa. Luckily for her, she knew where the elevators were this time around thanks to her radar implants, and it was just a straight run down the road. Riley hoped Mosa would actually follow. She didn't want to go to the beach alone and he seemed nice enough after insisting she go to the beach in the first place.
Beatrice scoffed as she watched the purple robot stride to her location and proceed to hit on her. Maybe she needed a big ass sign that read 'I AM GAY!' Then again that would probably just make it worst.
"Sorry bot, I'm out of your league." Beatrice says harshly not even turning her head to acknowledge Clockwork. "But if your cute Genesior friend was born a female, you could send her luscious little body over here." Beatrice says, checking out Quin from a distance. "As for you," Beatrice goes back to addressing the protector. "Get lost or I'll lock you up like I did your pathetic friend."
Beatrice's eyes widened beneath her sun glasses. Shit, she had said too much. Her senses started to heighten as she prepared to engage in potential combat. She nervously stuffed one of her hands into the small bag she carried, and grabbed the power knife inside. She was a master of martial arts, but she defiantly could not take on four adventurers all at once.
"Sorry bot, I'm out of your league." Beatrice says harshly not even turning her head to acknowledge Clockwork. "But if your cute Genesior friend was born a female, you could send her luscious little body over here." Beatrice says, checking out Quin from a distance. "As for you," Beatrice goes back to addressing the protector. "Get lost or I'll lock you up like I did your pathetic friend."
Beatrice's eyes widened beneath her sun glasses. Shit, she had said too much. Her senses started to heighten as she prepared to engage in potential combat. She nervously stuffed one of her hands into the small bag she carried, and grabbed the power knife inside. She was a master of martial arts, but she defiantly could not take on four adventurers all at once.
Well, not five steps taken towards the beach and already there was an unexpected (or should that be expected?) delay when Clockwork decided to go chat up another woman. And even then, it turned out that this Ishkavi woman was only interested in other females, much to the synthetic's misfortune. Glancing back to figure out where that rimshot came from, Lekan did a double take when he saw that Quin had somehow procured a drum kit on such short notice. "...You didn't steal that from anyone, did you?" he asked uncertainly.
He looked back just in time to see the Ishkavi go into what looked like a fighting stance, or at least some sort of defensive posture. Being very aware of what usually came next at this point, Lekan grabbed one of Quin's hands and prepared for the worst. He refrained from bolting immediately; any sudden movements would probably provoke the Ishkavi to react aggressively.
He looked back just in time to see the Ishkavi go into what looked like a fighting stance, or at least some sort of defensive posture. Being very aware of what usually came next at this point, Lekan grabbed one of Quin's hands and prepared for the worst. He refrained from bolting immediately; any sudden movements would probably provoke the Ishkavi to react aggressively.
The setting changes from Nekrim to Stratevaria Galaxy
The sound of two voices drew Graves's attention to the outlying area of the work. Straining against his exhaustion, he could make out the silhouetted forms of Ozma and Gelon. It appeared that Ozma had brought along a friend of his own. Ozma appeared tired himself, a specter of pain and anguish scuttling across his face. Gelon looked significantly more peaceful yet held a grim determination on the outside. What could have possibly put them in such a state? As Ozma addressed him, Graves dryly responded, "I noticed. Give me a bit more warning next time, boy.
It was at that point that Cubey began to embark on his rant, spouting out words in such a quick fashion that each word was nearly indiscernible from any other. Yet there remained enough of a difference for Graves to pick up on the meaning and eventually the words. As the initial point of the tirade ended, Graves's brow furrowed over his eyes, consternation evident on his face. So Ozma had hired the assassin's, had he? The second set of questions were less surprising yet just as important to deal with as Ozma. Sighing, Graves settled on a plan of action.
Adjusting his shoulders in an apparent stretch, Graves slowly slid the power knife down to his palm. Crossing his arms behind his back and folding his fingers upwards to his rest, he hid the hilt from sight. A twinkle appeared in his eyes but not a happy one. Darkly, he looked across all gathered near him. A fine 'army' he had assembled. Soon it would be down one. Possibly.
"I forgot that I had never introduced myself to you officially, Cubey. In that case, you can call me Clark. Onto your questions. Why did I bring you here? Simple enough. I'm a manipulative bastard. If you want to join my 'club, as you call it, you may. And no, they are not my girlfriends," he stated flatly. Hearing Ophelia behind him, Graves stiffened. So, that was how it was going to be.
Sliding the knife back up his coat sleeve, Graves clasped his hands together in front of him. Muttering a small incantation, he breathed into the artificial cup before opening it. Out dropped a small ball of darkness, sticking to the ground. Reaching into his coat, he pulled out the laser pistol which had been given to him by Orion. "I think it's time we had ourselves a little talk." Turning around, he looked pointedly at Ophelia. "I don't know your name. Part of me doesn't care. But if we are going to do this, we're doing it my way. So shut up. And you Ozma, oh-oh, you my boy." Looking down at the pistol in his hand, Graves closed his eyes, muttered, and then opened his eyes again. At his feet the pool of shadow began to grow, extending tendrils in all directions. A chill filled the air, breathe crystallizing as it left a body. "I don't appreciate actions such as you have done and I am inclined to believe Cubey in this matter. I can't afford mistakes and as such must make sure nothing can cause them. I'm sorry." With those two final words, Graves withdrew the las pistol, pointing it at Ozma's forehead, an approximation of where Deunan's wound had been. Gloved hands closed down upon the trigger and the bolt of energy spat forth, burrowing through the boy's skull. Ozma was dead.
(To settle anyone's concerns, I am not auto-hitting. Discussed this with Knight)
It was at that point that Cubey began to embark on his rant, spouting out words in such a quick fashion that each word was nearly indiscernible from any other. Yet there remained enough of a difference for Graves to pick up on the meaning and eventually the words. As the initial point of the tirade ended, Graves's brow furrowed over his eyes, consternation evident on his face. So Ozma had hired the assassin's, had he? The second set of questions were less surprising yet just as important to deal with as Ozma. Sighing, Graves settled on a plan of action.
Adjusting his shoulders in an apparent stretch, Graves slowly slid the power knife down to his palm. Crossing his arms behind his back and folding his fingers upwards to his rest, he hid the hilt from sight. A twinkle appeared in his eyes but not a happy one. Darkly, he looked across all gathered near him. A fine 'army' he had assembled. Soon it would be down one. Possibly.
"I forgot that I had never introduced myself to you officially, Cubey. In that case, you can call me Clark. Onto your questions. Why did I bring you here? Simple enough. I'm a manipulative bastard. If you want to join my 'club, as you call it, you may. And no, they are not my girlfriends," he stated flatly. Hearing Ophelia behind him, Graves stiffened. So, that was how it was going to be.
Sliding the knife back up his coat sleeve, Graves clasped his hands together in front of him. Muttering a small incantation, he breathed into the artificial cup before opening it. Out dropped a small ball of darkness, sticking to the ground. Reaching into his coat, he pulled out the laser pistol which had been given to him by Orion. "I think it's time we had ourselves a little talk." Turning around, he looked pointedly at Ophelia. "I don't know your name. Part of me doesn't care. But if we are going to do this, we're doing it my way. So shut up. And you Ozma, oh-oh, you my boy." Looking down at the pistol in his hand, Graves closed his eyes, muttered, and then opened his eyes again. At his feet the pool of shadow began to grow, extending tendrils in all directions. A chill filled the air, breathe crystallizing as it left a body. "I don't appreciate actions such as you have done and I am inclined to believe Cubey in this matter. I can't afford mistakes and as such must make sure nothing can cause them. I'm sorry." With those two final words, Graves withdrew the las pistol, pointing it at Ozma's forehead, an approximation of where Deunan's wound had been. Gloved hands closed down upon the trigger and the bolt of energy spat forth, burrowing through the boy's skull. Ozma was dead.
(To settle anyone's concerns, I am not auto-hitting. Discussed this with Knight)
Gelon was already tense from Ophelia so any hostile actions would make him flinch defensively for Ozma and that so just happened when he saw Clark raise the gun 'fucking hell never a dull moment' gelon thought and punched Clarks hand and pistol with his kinetic hand making graves's hand go 90 degrees to the left missing the shot and miss everyone and let the shot land in a rebuild electronics store "OZMA RUN!" Gelon yell as he took a defensive pose "no more blood Clark if that is your real name, Ozma is important, I know he is cause he is a thorn in the side off off Beatrice and Boris" Gelon said having his kinetic shield up and Ophelia's metal use would not affect his arm since he replaced all the metal with plastic, the only things metal in there were the module's curcitboard components so he was safe, at least he thought so, cause if everyone turned against him he was out manned and maybe out gunned
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Ozma froze, staring with wide eyed terror as he heard the thunderous sound of gunfire, so loud...so close. And yet, he couldn't move a muscle. Suddenly, Gelon intercepted Graves' blast, causing it to flew right over Ozma's head, burning a strand of his hair. He was too much in shock. Surprised and terrified at Graves' action...and yet, euphoric at Gelon's action. Finally, someone who was willing to defend him-
His brief moment of joy was killed not a second later. A quiet clang, a loud squelch. Graves' energy bullet, fitting its light-based nature, bounced off the shiny metallic door of the electronic store, and penetrated Ozma's skull from behind, drilling through his brain and exiting through his forehead, spraying brain matter and pink bloody mist around Gelon, his defender, and his one true friend.
Ozma twitched and spasmed for a brief few seconds, his eyes bulging and blood pouring from his fatal wound. Then, he fell dead, a pool of blood forming below him.
Megahertz stared, horrified and staggering. "W-W-WHAT?!?!" She no longer had any idea what to even do. Her faith in Graves was diminishing, but it wasn't like she had any faith in Boris. Who should she even side with right now?
His brief moment of joy was killed not a second later. A quiet clang, a loud squelch. Graves' energy bullet, fitting its light-based nature, bounced off the shiny metallic door of the electronic store, and penetrated Ozma's skull from behind, drilling through his brain and exiting through his forehead, spraying brain matter and pink bloody mist around Gelon, his defender, and his one true friend.
Ozma twitched and spasmed for a brief few seconds, his eyes bulging and blood pouring from his fatal wound. Then, he fell dead, a pool of blood forming below him.
Megahertz stared, horrified and staggering. "W-W-WHAT?!?!" She no longer had any idea what to even do. Her faith in Graves was diminishing, but it wasn't like she had any faith in Boris. Who should she even side with right now?
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Quin hovered in place, pulling her head back slightly, amused at Beatrice's comment, yet saying nothing. She turned to Lekan, and tilted her head, frowning. "Me? Steal? No, I just conveniently had it stored in my..." Quin paused, blinking twice. Then she whispered, "...You don't want to know."
Quin had no comment at Lekan grabbing her hand, though in her mind, she couldn't help but wonder if Lekan had a very specific fetish or something.
Clockwork slumped in disappointment at Beatrice's reaction. "Awwwh-" But then, he went silent. Dead silent, as Beatrice accidentally slipped something about K2. Interesting. He watched as Beatrice stuck her hand into the bag. "Oh hey, what's that? A magic trick? Hehehhe, Are you going to pull a pigeon- whoa....." Clockwork stepped back and raised his hands when he saw the power knife. He chuckled nervously, and attempted to defuse the situation. Sometimes, the best way to get what you want was through persuasion, not force.
"....Now, now....There is no need for that. I am merely a 5-foot-7, outdated, sharp, pointy, and devilishly handsome android. I am unarmed, and I mean you no harm. And neither do these guys. Right?", Clockwork threw a glance at the others, hoping they would play along.
"You wanna date Quinz? I wanna be friends! I'm sure we can benefit each other, yes?"
Quin glanced at Lekan, curious as to what his take on this whole matter was.
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"YOU GOHTTA DEAL!", Mosa bellowed out in his loud, ambigiously-accented voice. He ran towards the elevator with Riley, but despite actually being fast for his size....he was still a very big and unwieldy size, and thus lagged behind Riley. Three seconds after Riley entered the tube-shaped elevator, Mosa stumbled in, nearly smashing onto the bulletproof glass walls. Mosa turned to Riley, and took a deep breath as he punched in the codes to head below. "You are TOO FAST for Mosa!" There was something in his voice, something odd. Despite sounding fierce and brutish, there was a strange playfulness to it.
They reached the beach soon enough, and the sound of peaceful waves and busy beach goers instantly filled her ears. Certainly seemed like a packed day. Mosa shrugged, and turned to her. "Well! Mosa promised." He glanced at a rainbow-colored refreshment stand not too far away, then looked back at Riley. "What do you want to drink? Mosa likes the strawberry bubble tea himself!" He took a deep breath of the air, and wagged his tail. It smelled like a good day, especially after yesterday.
Quin had no comment at Lekan grabbing her hand, though in her mind, she couldn't help but wonder if Lekan had a very specific fetish or something.
Clockwork slumped in disappointment at Beatrice's reaction. "Awwwh-" But then, he went silent. Dead silent, as Beatrice accidentally slipped something about K2. Interesting. He watched as Beatrice stuck her hand into the bag. "Oh hey, what's that? A magic trick? Hehehhe, Are you going to pull a pigeon- whoa....." Clockwork stepped back and raised his hands when he saw the power knife. He chuckled nervously, and attempted to defuse the situation. Sometimes, the best way to get what you want was through persuasion, not force.
"....Now, now....There is no need for that. I am merely a 5-foot-7, outdated, sharp, pointy, and devilishly handsome android. I am unarmed, and I mean you no harm. And neither do these guys. Right?", Clockwork threw a glance at the others, hoping they would play along.
"You wanna date Quinz? I wanna be friends! I'm sure we can benefit each other, yes?"
Quin glanced at Lekan, curious as to what his take on this whole matter was.
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"YOU GOHTTA DEAL!", Mosa bellowed out in his loud, ambigiously-accented voice. He ran towards the elevator with Riley, but despite actually being fast for his size....he was still a very big and unwieldy size, and thus lagged behind Riley. Three seconds after Riley entered the tube-shaped elevator, Mosa stumbled in, nearly smashing onto the bulletproof glass walls. Mosa turned to Riley, and took a deep breath as he punched in the codes to head below. "You are TOO FAST for Mosa!" There was something in his voice, something odd. Despite sounding fierce and brutish, there was a strange playfulness to it.
They reached the beach soon enough, and the sound of peaceful waves and busy beach goers instantly filled her ears. Certainly seemed like a packed day. Mosa shrugged, and turned to her. "Well! Mosa promised." He glanced at a rainbow-colored refreshment stand not too far away, then looked back at Riley. "What do you want to drink? Mosa likes the strawberry bubble tea himself!" He took a deep breath of the air, and wagged his tail. It smelled like a good day, especially after yesterday.
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Ophelia narrowed her eyes after Graves promptly told her to shut up. Humans were such terrible creatures. Always taking whatever power of authority they had and projecting it to demean others. Behind his back she appraised Graves, looking at his accessories. She found what she was looking for just in case his bravado inflated. Though she kept her cold glare as she watched the sudden event unfold. As Graves shot and missed thanks to Gelon only to have the bullet ricochet back into the intended target. If Ophelia was capable of laugh she probably would have, but a scoff was all that came out. Between Gelon and Megahertz's yelling, things we're going south very quickly. She wondered how the 'leader' would handle it. However she did notice Gelon's arm looked different. Plastic. Clever boy, she thought, but if he did anything else out of line, she already knew what to do. Ophelia flexed her mutated arm's claws as a warning to the others to not do anything they'd regret.
From a few rooftops away, Byatis remained lying on his back, listening in. With their voices getting louder, it was easier to eavesdrop. He listened as Cubey complimented his and Darkstar's handiwork and snickered to himself until suddenly he heard the weapon go off. Byatis shifted a bit in his position. He could sense Ozma's light go out mainly from the cries and the scent of blood. Normally Byatis wouldn't care too much but, a thought came to mind. He began a thought conversation with Darkstar. "Darkstar, I sure hope our client paid ussss, cuz someone just iced the guy."
From a few rooftops away, Byatis remained lying on his back, listening in. With their voices getting louder, it was easier to eavesdrop. He listened as Cubey complimented his and Darkstar's handiwork and snickered to himself until suddenly he heard the weapon go off. Byatis shifted a bit in his position. He could sense Ozma's light go out mainly from the cries and the scent of blood. Normally Byatis wouldn't care too much but, a thought came to mind. He began a thought conversation with Darkstar. "Darkstar, I sure hope our client paid ussss, cuz someone just iced the guy."
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Riley shook a bit when Mosa's hulking form made the elevator rumble a bit as he slammed into the back wall. But when everything turned out to be fine, Riley let out a good laugh.
Finally the arrive at the surface of Nekrim and almost immediately Riley is assaulted by the scents and sounds of the beach. It was all so lovely to take in. Those Mosa knocked her out of the trance-like state with the offer. "Ahaha I was just joking about the drinks but if you insist" She happily followed Mosa along. She couldn't help but think a little of K2 being taken away by fierce sounding soldiers. Though she wasn't sure of his entire situation, he didn't seem bad enough to be sent to jail. Nonetheless, the law was not something she was willing to break to get answers. She focused back on Mosa. "Bubble tea? I dunno what that is but it sounds amazing! I'll try that!" With that, she walked off not too far away to find a table to sit at. She was sure Mosa could easily pick her out in a crowd. She may be blind but she was aware of how bright her hair was. She just hoped she picked a big enough table for Mosa.
Finally the arrive at the surface of Nekrim and almost immediately Riley is assaulted by the scents and sounds of the beach. It was all so lovely to take in. Those Mosa knocked her out of the trance-like state with the offer. "Ahaha I was just joking about the drinks but if you insist" She happily followed Mosa along. She couldn't help but think a little of K2 being taken away by fierce sounding soldiers. Though she wasn't sure of his entire situation, he didn't seem bad enough to be sent to jail. Nonetheless, the law was not something she was willing to break to get answers. She focused back on Mosa. "Bubble tea? I dunno what that is but it sounds amazing! I'll try that!" With that, she walked off not too far away to find a table to sit at. She was sure Mosa could easily pick her out in a crowd. She may be blind but she was aware of how bright her hair was. She just hoped she picked a big enough table for Mosa.
Lekan relaxed a little as the synthetic tried to talk down the Ishkavi Beastwoman from doing anything rash. For a moment it seemed like his head was actually screwed on properly... but then came the deal he decided to propose. The Ondari was against the idea, particularly due to the fact that Clockwork hadn't even asked Quin if she was okay with it.
"I'd say the two of you are making a lot of assumptions here," Lekan interjected. "First, you're assuming that Quin here is single and looking for someone." Single, certainly. And also looking for someone, although that someone happened to be an all-powerful demon. "Second, you're assuming that she's even interested in other women, much less yourself." That one was... debatable. As a male, yes, but did that sort of thing carry over with the transformations? "And third, you're assuming that she was born female in the first place." Now that he knew the true answer to, courtesy of Quin him-or-herself.
"Look, I don't know about you but I'd much rather be here for the sun and the sea. How about we just go our separate ways and... overlook this little run-in? I will if you will." He kept a wary eye on the Ishkavi's hand in case she decided to draw her knife...
"I'd say the two of you are making a lot of assumptions here," Lekan interjected. "First, you're assuming that Quin here is single and looking for someone." Single, certainly. And also looking for someone, although that someone happened to be an all-powerful demon. "Second, you're assuming that she's even interested in other women, much less yourself." That one was... debatable. As a male, yes, but did that sort of thing carry over with the transformations? "And third, you're assuming that she was born female in the first place." Now that he knew the true answer to, courtesy of Quin him-or-herself.
"Look, I don't know about you but I'd much rather be here for the sun and the sea. How about we just go our separate ways and... overlook this little run-in? I will if you will." He kept a wary eye on the Ishkavi's hand in case she decided to draw her knife...
Beatrice sighed heavily out of relief. She let go of the grip on the blade as she felt her adrenaline rush fall dramatically, and her pulse slow to a normal beat.
"That is a relief." She says turning away from the protector, and looking at the serenity of the calm beach. "I think most people have forgotten what we are here to do. Whether or not we think differently can wait, we have a force threatening everyone's existence." Beatrice let that information sink in to whoever could hear. "I'm not sorry that I detained your friend, but I believe that I misspoke."
Completely done with talking to the group, Beatrice put her head back in her chair and basked in the warm sunlight as she attempted to doze off. However her sleep was rudely interrupted by the ringing of her communicator. She groaned, pulling herself upright in a sleepy daze. "This better be good..." Beatrice listened for a moment, after a a few minutes the Ishkavi finally responded "Contact the Federation." With that Beatrice ended the call.
The giggle that came from Beatrice's mouth started out innocent and childish, but soon formed into a malicious cackle.
"Communicator, intercom microphone."
"Greetings this is Mrs. Schwartz, I have very grim news for all of you. Ozma Knight is dead, He was murdered moments ago by the same man who caused the assassination of his beloved sister, Deunan, and his Father. The price of the culprit has now tripled. I have heard recent events to disrupt or overthrow the people in charge of this operation, such as myself. All I have to say is that we are not enemies, you few who have endured so much, the survivors, you have been chosen by fate to save everything. The murderers, scoundrels, gang members, and yes the occasional good guy. You are tasked with defeating the ultimate evil GEHENNA, do not forget that. Thank you all for your time."
A text document was sent to all citizens of the Realta Nua
"Communicator, audio message to Gelon Deskovitch."
"I saw what happened, you tried to protect the boy. Very noble Mr. Deskovitch. However you are working for a psychopath. A killer, scarred by war such as yourself. All I ask of you is to pick the right side. You have seen what he is capable of, get back to me Gelon."
One last call, "Communicator, contact Federation holding cell for Nekrim"
"I want the boy."
"That is a relief." She says turning away from the protector, and looking at the serenity of the calm beach. "I think most people have forgotten what we are here to do. Whether or not we think differently can wait, we have a force threatening everyone's existence." Beatrice let that information sink in to whoever could hear. "I'm not sorry that I detained your friend, but I believe that I misspoke."
Completely done with talking to the group, Beatrice put her head back in her chair and basked in the warm sunlight as she attempted to doze off. However her sleep was rudely interrupted by the ringing of her communicator. She groaned, pulling herself upright in a sleepy daze. "This better be good..." Beatrice listened for a moment, after a a few minutes the Ishkavi finally responded "Contact the Federation." With that Beatrice ended the call.
The giggle that came from Beatrice's mouth started out innocent and childish, but soon formed into a malicious cackle.
"Communicator, intercom microphone."
"Greetings this is Mrs. Schwartz, I have very grim news for all of you. Ozma Knight is dead, He was murdered moments ago by the same man who caused the assassination of his beloved sister, Deunan, and his Father. The price of the culprit has now tripled. I have heard recent events to disrupt or overthrow the people in charge of this operation, such as myself. All I have to say is that we are not enemies, you few who have endured so much, the survivors, you have been chosen by fate to save everything. The murderers, scoundrels, gang members, and yes the occasional good guy. You are tasked with defeating the ultimate evil GEHENNA, do not forget that. Thank you all for your time."
A text document was sent to all citizens of the Realta Nua
"Communicator, audio message to Gelon Deskovitch."
"I saw what happened, you tried to protect the boy. Very noble Mr. Deskovitch. However you are working for a psychopath. A killer, scarred by war such as yourself. All I ask of you is to pick the right side. You have seen what he is capable of, get back to me Gelon."
One last call, "Communicator, contact Federation holding cell for Nekrim"
"I want the boy."
Gelon couldn't believe what he felt and saw on his shield, blood and brain matter. Gelon's robotic hand spammed for a short moment and his pupils were shrunken down indicating he was living a flashback thanks to the circumstances and event that just happened fitting nearly perfectly into his past. Gelon quickly lashed out with a punch directed to graves with his robotic arm which Graves would recognize as a military move but gelon had given it's own twist by holding something sharp between his fingers which would impale and rip open the opponents hand if they grab his fist, but with his robotic hand it were small blades "take him down, defend the lab" gelon mumbled as he fought graves
(OOC: sorry about the wrong place but my head wasn't really awake any more around 0:15 am)
(OOC: sorry about the wrong place but my head wasn't really awake any more around 0:15 am)
Quin hovered with a smirk on her face as she observed Lekan. She felt quite amused by how clingy and defensive the ondari can be of her. She found that somewhat charming, and a bit more appealing than Beatrice's borderline-transphobic remark. Without any warning, once all sides finished speaking, she turned around and hovered away, fully expecting Lekan to follow her.
Clockwork chuckled and folded his arms. He then nudged Lekan, whispering, "Wow, bro, she totally ignored you bro." A pause. "Well. She ignored me too, but let's ignore that." The synthetic then turned back to Beatrice and watched her make the announcement. Ozma was dead, huh? Well, irrelevant news for him, though any loss of life was a little sad, he supposed. Figuring out that Lekan would much rather spend time alone with Quin, Clockwork sat down next to Beatrice, and placed his chin on his palm. "So...you're into other women, eh? I wonder....what's your type~?" Seemed like this woman knew where K2 was. Perhaps he could butter her up a bit, get to know her. Who knows, maybe he'd make a friend along the way. Or at least know someone interesting.
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It took a while for Mosa to return to Riley, but he eventually did, the vibrations on the ground from his heavy footsteps and sliding tail unmistakeable. Noticing Riley's bright pink hair amongst the crowd of equally colorful beach goers, Mosa walked up to her, and sat on the table with a loud, clunky thud. Thankfully, there was nothing on the table, or things would have undoubtedly fallen to pieces below. If only Riley could see, she would have noticed how tiny the plastic bubble tea containers were compared to Mosa's ridiculously oversized arms. He placed both of them on the table, then cracked his knuckles. "BON! APPENDIX!....err...did I say that right?"
Clockwork chuckled and folded his arms. He then nudged Lekan, whispering, "Wow, bro, she totally ignored you bro." A pause. "Well. She ignored me too, but let's ignore that." The synthetic then turned back to Beatrice and watched her make the announcement. Ozma was dead, huh? Well, irrelevant news for him, though any loss of life was a little sad, he supposed. Figuring out that Lekan would much rather spend time alone with Quin, Clockwork sat down next to Beatrice, and placed his chin on his palm. "So...you're into other women, eh? I wonder....what's your type~?" Seemed like this woman knew where K2 was. Perhaps he could butter her up a bit, get to know her. Who knows, maybe he'd make a friend along the way. Or at least know someone interesting.
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It took a while for Mosa to return to Riley, but he eventually did, the vibrations on the ground from his heavy footsteps and sliding tail unmistakeable. Noticing Riley's bright pink hair amongst the crowd of equally colorful beach goers, Mosa walked up to her, and sat on the table with a loud, clunky thud. Thankfully, there was nothing on the table, or things would have undoubtedly fallen to pieces below. If only Riley could see, she would have noticed how tiny the plastic bubble tea containers were compared to Mosa's ridiculously oversized arms. He placed both of them on the table, then cracked his knuckles. "BON! APPENDIX!....err...did I say that right?"
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Megahertz looked up as she listened to Beatrice's newest announcement, then turned to Graves. Her eyes widened. Graves was the one behind the murders?? But that wouldn't add up, she thought....or would it? Her suspicion levels on Graves began rising again, but before she could stew on this matter a little more, Danny the hellhound barked ferociously, alerting her to yet another fight starting - this time between Gelon and Graves.
"Gods, not again!!", Megahertz yelped, and took cover. This journey was not going to end well for her, she just knew it.
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Darkstar seemed to love taking forever to respond to Byatis. The fight had began between Graves and Gelon, when he finally responded, in his usual mechanical voice. "Our second client saw this coming. He promised to fully compensate us."
A moment of silence. Then out of nowhere, Darkstar asked Byatis; "How are you today?"
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Hearing Beatrice's announcement, and seeing Gelon's fight on the security monitors, Ridley and Vlad stared at each other, before running off to assist their ally.
"GELON!", Ridley's familiar yell could be heard from behind Gelon, as they enter through one of the elevators, from the south side, both of them brandishing their melee weapons and charging forward. Vlad's pupils shrink into slits behind her helmet, as she noticed Ophelia. With Graves. No rest for the wicked indeed.
"Gods, not again!!", Megahertz yelped, and took cover. This journey was not going to end well for her, she just knew it.
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Darkstar seemed to love taking forever to respond to Byatis. The fight had began between Graves and Gelon, when he finally responded, in his usual mechanical voice. "Our second client saw this coming. He promised to fully compensate us."
A moment of silence. Then out of nowhere, Darkstar asked Byatis; "How are you today?"
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Hearing Beatrice's announcement, and seeing Gelon's fight on the security monitors, Ridley and Vlad stared at each other, before running off to assist their ally.
"GELON!", Ridley's familiar yell could be heard from behind Gelon, as they enter through one of the elevators, from the south side, both of them brandishing their melee weapons and charging forward. Vlad's pupils shrink into slits behind her helmet, as she noticed Ophelia. With Graves. No rest for the wicked indeed.
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Lekan watched as Quin floated away. "Don't take it too personally; she ignores a lot of people," he told the synthetic. "And even then, she's not much of a talker." He was about to go and follow Quin when he overheard the Ishkavi speaking into her communicator. So there had still been a few raiders on the ship and they even managed to get to Deunan's brother too, the Ondari thought to himself. The people still alive after the attack needed better defences.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Schwartz, was it? I've seen that the ship's repair bay hasn't been getting a lot of use, and I have something of a proposition: I'd like to set up a repair clinic of sorts down there, but I assume I'd need a permit from one of the ship's officers first. If you could help me out then I'd be really grateful. Oh, and if you need my address, it's room number 232, on the lower deck." Glancing in Quin's direction, Lekan saw that she was continuing onwards and close to being out of sight among the other tourists. "I should be going now, but it's been a pleasure, Mrs. Schwartz." He had to move quickly and dart between a few people in order to catch up with the Genesior.
"Sorry about that, Quin. I was just talking business with that Ishkavi. Hopefully I'll be able to get a permit for setting up that repair shop," he said as he drifted alongside her. "And I just might have a position available for security, if you're still interested."
"Excuse me, Mrs. Schwartz, was it? I've seen that the ship's repair bay hasn't been getting a lot of use, and I have something of a proposition: I'd like to set up a repair clinic of sorts down there, but I assume I'd need a permit from one of the ship's officers first. If you could help me out then I'd be really grateful. Oh, and if you need my address, it's room number 232, on the lower deck." Glancing in Quin's direction, Lekan saw that she was continuing onwards and close to being out of sight among the other tourists. "I should be going now, but it's been a pleasure, Mrs. Schwartz." He had to move quickly and dart between a few people in order to catch up with the Genesior.
"Sorry about that, Quin. I was just talking business with that Ishkavi. Hopefully I'll be able to get a permit for setting up that repair shop," he said as he drifted alongside her. "And I just might have a position available for security, if you're still interested."
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Ophelia snickered quietly to herself as the two humans started to go at it in combat. She figured Grave's could clearly handle himself, so she just watched, even though she'd take great satisfaction at rending Gelon's flesh. Her ears twitched at Megahertz's sudden outburst but felt no reason to react. However this changed when two familiar voices came out of nowhere. It was Ridley and Vlad coming to assist Gelon. No doubt that Beatrice woman sent them. To think she had dinner with them a couple days ago. But after all, they were still Drakov's henchmen. Ophelia's eyes quickly locked on to Vlad, for her, the easiest target out of the three. Without a second thought, Ophelia took a few steps back to get a distance away from Graves and Gelon fighting and quickly pulled Vlad in towards her using the metalkinesis she had over Vlad's armour. She held out her mutated arm, ready to impale Vlad when she got close enough. Ophelia also took note that this beastwoman had a vampiric-like draining ability to watch out for.
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Byatis sat up and peeked at the fight that ensued straight after the message. 'Wow that escalated quickly!' he thought to himself. Suddenly, Darkstar's voice echoed in his head, practically startling him. As a reaction, Byatis's camouflage activated. "Oh geez, Darkstar you take so long to reply to me! If I didn't know any better I'd think you were cheating on me~" He thought back to Darkstar teasingly. "They knew that would happen? Well alrighty then." Byatis's face twisted in confusion as Darkstar's next question. He never asked Byatis 'how he was doing'. "Well I'm doing just daaaandy! Few days in on the Realta Nua and everyone's forgot about the huge asshole who wants to destroy the galaxy! Hyeheheh leave it to Stratevarians to think about themselves to the end......no offense." He thought back with his sickly grin back on his face.
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Byatis sat up and peeked at the fight that ensued straight after the message. 'Wow that escalated quickly!' he thought to himself. Suddenly, Darkstar's voice echoed in his head, practically startling him. As a reaction, Byatis's camouflage activated. "Oh geez, Darkstar you take so long to reply to me! If I didn't know any better I'd think you were cheating on me~" He thought back to Darkstar teasingly. "They knew that would happen? Well alrighty then." Byatis's face twisted in confusion as Darkstar's next question. He never asked Byatis 'how he was doing'. "Well I'm doing just daaaandy! Few days in on the Realta Nua and everyone's forgot about the huge asshole who wants to destroy the galaxy! Hyeheheh leave it to Stratevarians to think about themselves to the end......no offense." He thought back with his sickly grin back on his face.
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When Mosa plopped down into his seat, the tremor he made made her bounce slightly off her seat. Riley could only wish to see just how BIG Mosa was. She giggled a bit at Mosa's words as she reached for her bubble tea. "Ahahah I'm sure its close enough Mosa." She teased as she took a sip. The drink was definitely different! Not only did it have a strong citrus flavour but also chewy chunks. She enjoyed it quite a lot. "Wow this is so good! Thanks Mosa!" She sat quietly as she took a few more sips. "Sooooo... why are you on the Realta Nua? You work there or are you one of the 'warriors' thats gonna stop this GEHENNA guy?" She was genuinely curious. She could tell Mosa was a HUGE beastman but he was...too nice to be a warrior type. Then again, she had no idea who exactly she was talking to. Her tail swished from left to right repeatedly happily. It was a nice day on Nekrim.
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(Terribly sorry about not posting! I didn't have time this week because of circumstances in my life I wasn't aware of. My posting schedule should be remedied soon.)
Graves stumbled backwards as Gelon slammed into him, throwing his aim off the original target. Crashing into the ground, Graves coughed as blood began to trickle once again from his nose and mouth, old injuries exacerbated by intense activity. Growling, his head turned just in time to watch Ozma's head explode under the bolt of energy, blood splattering across the floor in front of the falling body. Dusting grime from his coat as he stood up, he stared at Gelon as Beatrice's announcement came over the intercom. Rage painted itself on his face at the Ishkavi's words.
"Beatrice, you bitch! Lie and calumnies! I'll rip out your god-damned spine!" he screamed at the ceiling. Whipping his head back forward, he stepped back just in time to avoid Gelon's attack. The pool of shadow followed Graves's step, growing slowly. It was already at a fifteen foot diameter. He spared a quick glance towards Megahertz, a frown aimed in her direction, before returning his attention to Gelon. Seasoned by countless years of combat, he avoided Gelon's attacks adroitly albeit with some effort due to the speed of the man's robotic arm.
Shouting drew his attention towards the area behind him yet he had no way to turn without being struck by Gelon. Rolling backwards, he made a flicking motion towards Gelon, a glob of shadow following his motion and flying towards the man's face in order to blind him momentarily. Once that was accomplished, he would twirl around to see Vlad pulled by Ophelia, leaving him to deal with the charging Ridley. His weapons could not stop the behemoth. Unless...
Extending his left arm towards the ice elemental, the pool of shadow shot forward. Graves began to unleash shots into the stream, pools of energy gathering at the end as the shadow carried the payload towards Ridley. Nearing the shield of the creature, it would split into multiple tendrils, swarming around the shield before burrowing towards Ridley core to detonate there with significant explosive force from the contained energy bolts.
Graves stumbled backwards as Gelon slammed into him, throwing his aim off the original target. Crashing into the ground, Graves coughed as blood began to trickle once again from his nose and mouth, old injuries exacerbated by intense activity. Growling, his head turned just in time to watch Ozma's head explode under the bolt of energy, blood splattering across the floor in front of the falling body. Dusting grime from his coat as he stood up, he stared at Gelon as Beatrice's announcement came over the intercom. Rage painted itself on his face at the Ishkavi's words.
"Beatrice, you bitch! Lie and calumnies! I'll rip out your god-damned spine!" he screamed at the ceiling. Whipping his head back forward, he stepped back just in time to avoid Gelon's attack. The pool of shadow followed Graves's step, growing slowly. It was already at a fifteen foot diameter. He spared a quick glance towards Megahertz, a frown aimed in her direction, before returning his attention to Gelon. Seasoned by countless years of combat, he avoided Gelon's attacks adroitly albeit with some effort due to the speed of the man's robotic arm.
Shouting drew his attention towards the area behind him yet he had no way to turn without being struck by Gelon. Rolling backwards, he made a flicking motion towards Gelon, a glob of shadow following his motion and flying towards the man's face in order to blind him momentarily. Once that was accomplished, he would twirl around to see Vlad pulled by Ophelia, leaving him to deal with the charging Ridley. His weapons could not stop the behemoth. Unless...
Extending his left arm towards the ice elemental, the pool of shadow shot forward. Graves began to unleash shots into the stream, pools of energy gathering at the end as the shadow carried the payload towards Ridley. Nearing the shield of the creature, it would split into multiple tendrils, swarming around the shield before burrowing towards Ridley core to detonate there with significant explosive force from the contained energy bolts.
The setting changes from Stratevaria Galaxy to F.S.S. Realta Nua
Gelon stopped as graves rolled away in combination from the yelling from his old team, as gelon got back to reality he activated his shield again but not in time to prevent to be blinded "FUCKING HELL! WHO EVER YOU ARE IM GONNA KICK YOUR A...." Gelon said as he relised something, cubey "cubey where are you? I can't see, cubey please come to me" gelon said obviously worried about him and blinded by graves shadow ball
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Quin nodded at Lekan, hovering together across the beach. "Security is good.", She simply stated. She looked around, admiring the sights quietly, as awkward silence continued to ensue between the two, accompanied by the less awkward and less silent beach goers enjoying themselves.
"Lekan. Do you like calamari?", Quin asked without reason or warning. "....And if you do, would that be considered cannibalism?", she pondered out loud, tilting her head as she watched the sun above.
Just then, Lekan noticed something..or rather, someone...in the crowd. She...almost looked exactly like Quin. Same face, same height, more endowed chest. A sister, perhaps? Or maybe just someone random. It would not be politically correct to make such immediate assumptions.
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Mosa lifted his chin and smiled proudly with his eyes closed at Riley's positive reception, while folding his massive arms. "Oh, Mosa gonna stop GEHENNA!", he said with absolute confidence, nodding to himself. "It be good promotion for personal restaurant!" He grinned and slouched forward. "Riley ever visited Mosa's Seafood Services at Nebulon? Mosa named it after his father! And his grandfather before him!....though not his great grandfather, no, no."
Mosa paused, then glanced away and scratched his head, before speaking in a lower tone, "...Of course, Mosa not surprised if you don't know the restaurant." Mosa silently recalled all the times Colt's antics had brought the restaurant problems. Harassments, violence, poisoned food..... Mosa may have been a good cook, but he was not much of a manager or a leader.
Not wanting the conversation to turn awkward, Mosa shook his head and held two thumbs up. "UH. But you should come one day! Mosa give discount to you! Bring family and friends!". Just no children
"Lekan. Do you like calamari?", Quin asked without reason or warning. "....And if you do, would that be considered cannibalism?", she pondered out loud, tilting her head as she watched the sun above.
Just then, Lekan noticed something..or rather, someone...in the crowd. She...almost looked exactly like Quin. Same face, same height, more endowed chest. A sister, perhaps? Or maybe just someone random. It would not be politically correct to make such immediate assumptions.
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Mosa lifted his chin and smiled proudly with his eyes closed at Riley's positive reception, while folding his massive arms. "Oh, Mosa gonna stop GEHENNA!", he said with absolute confidence, nodding to himself. "It be good promotion for personal restaurant!" He grinned and slouched forward. "Riley ever visited Mosa's Seafood Services at Nebulon? Mosa named it after his father! And his grandfather before him!....though not his great grandfather, no, no."
Mosa paused, then glanced away and scratched his head, before speaking in a lower tone, "...Of course, Mosa not surprised if you don't know the restaurant." Mosa silently recalled all the times Colt's antics had brought the restaurant problems. Harassments, violence, poisoned food..... Mosa may have been a good cook, but he was not much of a manager or a leader.
Not wanting the conversation to turn awkward, Mosa shook his head and held two thumbs up. "UH. But you should come one day! Mosa give discount to you! Bring family and friends!". Just no children
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Vlad's eyes meet with Ophelia within seconds. However, her eyes were not fast enough against Ophelia's mind. She cursed in her head as the 'lunatic' pulled her through the air with her magnetic powers, squirming and struggling to no avail. Keeping a cool head and thinking very quickly, Vlad extended the claws on her feet as she got dangerously close to Ophelia, and used them to latch on to the floors of the ship, the jet black sickles audibly slicing through the metal. The claws holding her to the ground, Vlad's body was thrown forward despite her best resistance, and her eyes missed the tip of Ophelia's claws by a quarter inch, with her visor cracking heavily. Immediately, Vlad's eyes glowed and she activated her vampiric powers; draining Ophelia's energy through a psychic link. Without the control of her arms to guide the draining, though, Her claws dragged across the floor, slowly losing to Ophelia's metal manipulation, and she hissed, willing herself to throw a weak and held-back punch with her armored left arm.
Ridley held up his shield and screeched to a halt as he defended against Graves' shadowmatter. He recoiled as he successfully stone walled the assault, and taunted Graves out loud. "HAH! Like the bite of a FLEA!" However, in his arrogance, he noticed the shapeshifting shadow tendrills too late, as they got around his defenses, and assaulted his exposed core. "What the- ARGHHH!!!" The ensuing photon explosion ruptured Ridley's chest and blew off his left arm,staggering him back a few feet. His shield fell to the ground with a loud, heavy thud. Bright red, glowing blood dripped from his broken chest, and the ice behemoth let out raspy, ragged breaths. His single eye glared at Graves with desperate, furious...fear. Refusing to die a coward, Ridley roared like a cornered beast. No longer burdened by his shield, he charged forward, faster than ever, and lifted his mace over his head. In half a second, he had caught up to Graves, casting an enormous shadow upon him. And with his last strength, he swung down.
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A monotone, robotic chuckle. "Cheating on an eldritch assassin sounds like a blueprint to a terrible time."
"Hmm.", Darkstar simply responded to Byatis' next comment. The contrast between Byatis' cheery personality and his eldritch nature always did fascinate him. Sometimes, you become so focused on one aspect that you forget about the other. "I suppose you would make a very good Stratevarian, then."
Ridley held up his shield and screeched to a halt as he defended against Graves' shadowmatter. He recoiled as he successfully stone walled the assault, and taunted Graves out loud. "HAH! Like the bite of a FLEA!" However, in his arrogance, he noticed the shapeshifting shadow tendrills too late, as they got around his defenses, and assaulted his exposed core. "What the- ARGHHH!!!" The ensuing photon explosion ruptured Ridley's chest and blew off his left arm,staggering him back a few feet. His shield fell to the ground with a loud, heavy thud. Bright red, glowing blood dripped from his broken chest, and the ice behemoth let out raspy, ragged breaths. His single eye glared at Graves with desperate, furious...fear. Refusing to die a coward, Ridley roared like a cornered beast. No longer burdened by his shield, he charged forward, faster than ever, and lifted his mace over his head. In half a second, he had caught up to Graves, casting an enormous shadow upon him. And with his last strength, he swung down.
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A monotone, robotic chuckle. "Cheating on an eldritch assassin sounds like a blueprint to a terrible time."
"Hmm.", Darkstar simply responded to Byatis' next comment. The contrast between Byatis' cheery personality and his eldritch nature always did fascinate him. Sometimes, you become so focused on one aspect that you forget about the other. "I suppose you would make a very good Stratevarian, then."
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Riley listened with a smile. Mosa was definitely gung-ho about fighting GEHENNA and his attitude kept her grinning. Fighting a transdimensional being for the sake of publicity was definitely not the motivation she expected to hear. Mosa's Seafood Services...she had definitely heard about it when she worked briefly in Nebulon. "Oh! Yes I've heard of that place. I just never had enough cash to eat out, so I had to stick to my priorities rather than my preferences." She also did know a few of the rumours around the restaurant but she held her tongue, afraid she might open some old wounds.
"Well...if you get whatever was wrong all sorted out, I'll drop by! Though I'd probably just be me going. Don't have much of a family, haha." She didn't want Mosa to dwell on that point so Riley slurped up the rest of the cold bubble tea and crushed the plastic cup with her metal hand. "HAH! So! Uh! What should...we uh...do next?" She inquired.
"Well...if you get whatever was wrong all sorted out, I'll drop by! Though I'd probably just be me going. Don't have much of a family, haha." She didn't want Mosa to dwell on that point so Riley slurped up the rest of the cold bubble tea and crushed the plastic cup with her metal hand. "HAH! So! Uh! What should...we uh...do next?" She inquired.
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Ophelia grunted as Vlad stopped herself just before her mutated claw, and as predicted Ophelia began to feel her stamina drain. Ophelia could wait it out as she noticed Vlad's resistance to the metal manipulation was breaking way. Vlad made a quick attempt at a punch which struck Ophelia in the elbow of her mutated arm. Reflexively she reeled the claw back as her nerves shot pain throughout the arm. "Hnn.." Ophelia grunted before retaliating by grabbing Vlad by the arm. She had to end this quickly or her stamina would eventually run out.
Without words, Ophelia bent Vlad's arm back in a way it shouldn't be able to bend, letting out the satisfying 'CRACK' as it did. "Didn't anyone tell you it's rude to interrupt? You didn't learn the first time," Ophelia quipped in her usual cold tone. She kicked Vlad back to keep distance to slow the vampiric drain. Quietly, Ophelia raised her arm again and Vlad could feel her own armour crunching and warping. Ophelia fully intended to crush Vlad to death in her own armour. There was no remorse on Ophelia's face whatsoever. To her, this was all just a waste of time.
Without words, Ophelia bent Vlad's arm back in a way it shouldn't be able to bend, letting out the satisfying 'CRACK' as it did. "Didn't anyone tell you it's rude to interrupt? You didn't learn the first time," Ophelia quipped in her usual cold tone. She kicked Vlad back to keep distance to slow the vampiric drain. Quietly, Ophelia raised her arm again and Vlad could feel her own armour crunching and warping. Ophelia fully intended to crush Vlad to death in her own armour. There was no remorse on Ophelia's face whatsoever. To her, this was all just a waste of time.
Graves smiled as the ice elemental raised its shield, attempting to block the attacks which Graves had sent its way. Foolish thing. Hearing Gelon yell out behind him, Graves turned and watched the man stumble about blindly, searching for Cubey without any sense of orientation. Glancing towards the strange mutant sitting there stunned, Graves returned his attention to Ridley in time to see the charge beginning. Eyes popped and Graves's mouth fell open as he stood mesmerized by the stampeding elemental.
Almost as if in a dream, Ridley's mace sluggishly crawled through the air. Each fleck of ice glittering as it broke off caught his eye, small particulates normally too minuscule for a human to notice. With a cold fury the mace began to descend, careening towards the frail body Graves inhabited. The pistol dropped from Graves's right hand, power knife flying upwards in his left. Legs tensing underneath him, Graves pushed forward, springing through the air. The mace passed through the space his head had been as Graves's knife-bearing hand shot towards Ridley's core , flipping in an underhand motion to fling the knife into the ice elemental's beating heart. His free hand clenched, pressing down upon the data pad hidden under his cloak.
The mace collided with his hips and Graves slammed to the ground, knocked instantly unconscious, lower body broken as blood began to pool around him. Whispery breaths floated from his mouth, signalling the near end of a life.
Almost as if in a dream, Ridley's mace sluggishly crawled through the air. Each fleck of ice glittering as it broke off caught his eye, small particulates normally too minuscule for a human to notice. With a cold fury the mace began to descend, careening towards the frail body Graves inhabited. The pistol dropped from Graves's right hand, power knife flying upwards in his left. Legs tensing underneath him, Graves pushed forward, springing through the air. The mace passed through the space his head had been as Graves's knife-bearing hand shot towards Ridley's core , flipping in an underhand motion to fling the knife into the ice elemental's beating heart. His free hand clenched, pressing down upon the data pad hidden under his cloak.
The mace collided with his hips and Graves slammed to the ground, knocked instantly unconscious, lower body broken as blood began to pool around him. Whispery breaths floated from his mouth, signalling the near end of a life.
A low sound reverberates through the fight, and directly collides with Ophelia knocking the creature right off her feet. "Now now boys and girls there will be no fighting aboard my ship." Beatrice walks towards the entirety of the group, her deadly sound cannon armed in one hand, the other holding a small nonthreatening power knife. "Holy shit Ridley you don't look to good. Go ahead and take the day off." She walks over to the bloody mess that is graves and sticks a syringe into his heart. "I can't have you die yet." Beatrice takes a shot towards Gelon does not hit him purposefully. "The creature is fine Gelon, get a hold of yourself." The Ishkavi picks up graves and starts to head towards the med bay.
"No one is going to die unless I say so do you understand?" Beatrice says in a very condescending tone.
"No one is going to die unless I say so do you understand?" Beatrice says in a very condescending tone.
Gelon stumbled back as the shot from Beatrice's sound canon "good to know you are here as well" Gelon said and try to remove the shadow blocking his vision "now can you please guide me to cubey, the green...beastman I guess" he said as he couldn't regain his vision
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-Realta Nua-
Vlad fell on her knees and palms, panting and gasping for breath. A moment of silence. She was so sure it was all over. That she was over. She looked up at Beatrice. Perplexed, but thankful. That was so close....
Ridley stood with his back arched, in frozen agony. His previously light blue body had turned stone-like and gray. His red heart was no longer beating. Cracks appear through his body, and soon, he crumbled into dust, as Beatrice carried Graves away.
Vlad, glancing at Ridley, let out a small chuckle at Beatrice's comment. Just then, a bright light above, attracted her attention....
-Nekrim-
Mosa nodded vigorously at Riley's words, clasping his hands together and smiling. He frowned a bit when Riley mentioned she didn't have a family. Mosa stretched his massive arms and stood up, flexing himself. "Hmmmmm. There still plenty of day remaining, why don't we-"
Suddenly, a blinding red in the sky caught their eyes......
-Above-
"Sons and daughters of Stratevaria...... I have waited long. And you have grown complacent. You have forgotten why you left your homes in the first place. And it is time for me...to remind you.
The sky changed. The baby blue was replaced with blood red evil. The crimson skies cover all of Nekrim. The people of Nekrim, a second ago simply enjoying their time, stood up and screamed, running for their lives, trampling over each other. And then they saw it.
...But what WAS it? A part of an old world, decayed and crumbling....falling from the sky, casting a shadow as large as the moon itself. It fell. Too fast, too soon, too large.
-Nekrim-
Immediately, Mosa lunged up, and grabbed Riley like a child grabbing his piggy bank. "WE HAVE TO MAKE IT TO SAFETY!" But Riley could hear it. The vibrations in the air, the rumbling noise it made as it descended. There was no escaping something like that.
Nearby, Clockwork and Ciril rejoined Lekan and Quin. "GUYS!! Run!!!", Clockwork shouted out, terrified too much to think thoroughly. Quin was frozen in place, staring at the massive.....thing...in awe.
-Realta Nua-
The entire ship was bathed in red light - both from the bloodied skies outside and the ship's alarm incessantly shrieking and blaring. Vlad looked around, at the fallen Ophelia, at the kneeling Gelon. She tried to stand, but she immediately fell on her chest. Ophelia had drained much of her strength. There was no escaping. From the ground, she could see the Federation Soldiers guiding people to the escape pods. She scoffed at the pointlessness. This was the end.
-Nekrim-
"My gift upon you...a part of Another World I conquered.... long ago."
An ear shattering....noise. A thud, a boom, a screech? It was impossible to tell. It was so loud. So loud. The piece of the world fell on Nekrim that day, tearing the beach world apart. Countless died immediately. Tidal waves rose and chasms formed. Countless more died after.
Clockwork could only reached out as he saw Ciril being dragged away by the waters and pulverized by falling debris. Unable to move, unable to escape, he could only gaze at the red sky....as a massive rubble fell onto the synthetic.
Quin held Lekan close, as they float over the surface of the shattering moon. They saw millions of people, dragged and drowned by tidal waves, smashed by debris, or -wheter worse or better is up for debate- crushed into nothingness by the piece of the world itself. The Genesior looked at Lekan, eye to eye, and spoke. "Lekan. We must be strong, we must-"
A massive rebar spike appeared out of nowhere, hurled through the air...and it bore through Quin's head, drilling through her temples. Her eyes widened, displaying the most emotion she ever had up to this point, as she continued to look at Lekan, eye to eye. A pure expression, nothing held back, nothing hidden. Glowing green blood hacked through her throat and onto Lekan's forehead. An expression of terror. A single tear rolled down her left eye. Before Lekan could do anything else, a powerful tidal wave struck, separating the two, smashing Lekan onto a merchant's cart, and Quin into the oblivion in the horizon.
Mosa held Riley close as they were struck by the waters, the beastman letting out a defiant battle cry, refusing to die like this, right here. They feel the entire world fighting to destroy them. To destroy everyone. As they were swept away, they could see everything around them - dead or destroyed. Corpses floating on raging waters. Machinery and pieces of buildings no longer in one piece. And far away....the Realta Nua itself had broken in half. "No...no, no....", Mosa whispered between ragged breaths as he swam against the tide.
-The Realta Nua-
The piece of the world had crashed right next to the Realta Nua, and like the beach world it currently inhabited, the ship had broken. The waterproof alarm continued to blare as the two halves of the ship were pushed around by the tide like nothing. The inhabitants inside died quickly; electrocuted by the ship's machinery, thrown off the ship and drowned....their screams overshadowed by everything else around them.
Vlad held on to a piece of the ship, gazing to the watery abyss below her. So many people dead. So many lives destroyed. This was a disaster. A metallic creaking. Vlad turned her head behind her. The other half of the ship. Both halves were about to collide. Vlad sighed, and closed her eyes. She was tired.
Another ungodly loud noise ensued, as the halves of the ship smashed into each other - And Vlad was right between them, alongside many others, she was obliterated into a bloody mess by the spikes and wreckage. Her helmet bounced down the hull of the ship, and into the waters below, to be lost alongside many others, in this day of carnage.
Vlad fell on her knees and palms, panting and gasping for breath. A moment of silence. She was so sure it was all over. That she was over. She looked up at Beatrice. Perplexed, but thankful. That was so close....
Ridley stood with his back arched, in frozen agony. His previously light blue body had turned stone-like and gray. His red heart was no longer beating. Cracks appear through his body, and soon, he crumbled into dust, as Beatrice carried Graves away.
Vlad, glancing at Ridley, let out a small chuckle at Beatrice's comment. Just then, a bright light above, attracted her attention....
-Nekrim-
Mosa nodded vigorously at Riley's words, clasping his hands together and smiling. He frowned a bit when Riley mentioned she didn't have a family. Mosa stretched his massive arms and stood up, flexing himself. "Hmmmmm. There still plenty of day remaining, why don't we-"
Suddenly, a blinding red in the sky caught their eyes......
-Above-
"Sons and daughters of Stratevaria...... I have waited long. And you have grown complacent. You have forgotten why you left your homes in the first place. And it is time for me...to remind you.
The sky changed. The baby blue was replaced with blood red evil. The crimson skies cover all of Nekrim. The people of Nekrim, a second ago simply enjoying their time, stood up and screamed, running for their lives, trampling over each other. And then they saw it.
...But what WAS it? A part of an old world, decayed and crumbling....falling from the sky, casting a shadow as large as the moon itself. It fell. Too fast, too soon, too large.
-Nekrim-
Immediately, Mosa lunged up, and grabbed Riley like a child grabbing his piggy bank. "WE HAVE TO MAKE IT TO SAFETY!" But Riley could hear it. The vibrations in the air, the rumbling noise it made as it descended. There was no escaping something like that.
Nearby, Clockwork and Ciril rejoined Lekan and Quin. "GUYS!! Run!!!", Clockwork shouted out, terrified too much to think thoroughly. Quin was frozen in place, staring at the massive.....thing...in awe.
-Realta Nua-
The entire ship was bathed in red light - both from the bloodied skies outside and the ship's alarm incessantly shrieking and blaring. Vlad looked around, at the fallen Ophelia, at the kneeling Gelon. She tried to stand, but she immediately fell on her chest. Ophelia had drained much of her strength. There was no escaping. From the ground, she could see the Federation Soldiers guiding people to the escape pods. She scoffed at the pointlessness. This was the end.
-Nekrim-
"My gift upon you...a part of Another World I conquered.... long ago."
An ear shattering....noise. A thud, a boom, a screech? It was impossible to tell. It was so loud. So loud. The piece of the world fell on Nekrim that day, tearing the beach world apart. Countless died immediately. Tidal waves rose and chasms formed. Countless more died after.
Clockwork could only reached out as he saw Ciril being dragged away by the waters and pulverized by falling debris. Unable to move, unable to escape, he could only gaze at the red sky....as a massive rubble fell onto the synthetic.
Quin held Lekan close, as they float over the surface of the shattering moon. They saw millions of people, dragged and drowned by tidal waves, smashed by debris, or -wheter worse or better is up for debate- crushed into nothingness by the piece of the world itself. The Genesior looked at Lekan, eye to eye, and spoke. "Lekan. We must be strong, we must-"
A massive rebar spike appeared out of nowhere, hurled through the air...and it bore through Quin's head, drilling through her temples. Her eyes widened, displaying the most emotion she ever had up to this point, as she continued to look at Lekan, eye to eye. A pure expression, nothing held back, nothing hidden. Glowing green blood hacked through her throat and onto Lekan's forehead. An expression of terror. A single tear rolled down her left eye. Before Lekan could do anything else, a powerful tidal wave struck, separating the two, smashing Lekan onto a merchant's cart, and Quin into the oblivion in the horizon.
Mosa held Riley close as they were struck by the waters, the beastman letting out a defiant battle cry, refusing to die like this, right here. They feel the entire world fighting to destroy them. To destroy everyone. As they were swept away, they could see everything around them - dead or destroyed. Corpses floating on raging waters. Machinery and pieces of buildings no longer in one piece. And far away....the Realta Nua itself had broken in half. "No...no, no....", Mosa whispered between ragged breaths as he swam against the tide.
-The Realta Nua-
The piece of the world had crashed right next to the Realta Nua, and like the beach world it currently inhabited, the ship had broken. The waterproof alarm continued to blare as the two halves of the ship were pushed around by the tide like nothing. The inhabitants inside died quickly; electrocuted by the ship's machinery, thrown off the ship and drowned....their screams overshadowed by everything else around them.
Vlad held on to a piece of the ship, gazing to the watery abyss below her. So many people dead. So many lives destroyed. This was a disaster. A metallic creaking. Vlad turned her head behind her. The other half of the ship. Both halves were about to collide. Vlad sighed, and closed her eyes. She was tired.
Another ungodly loud noise ensued, as the halves of the ship smashed into each other - And Vlad was right between them, alongside many others, she was obliterated into a bloody mess by the spikes and wreckage. Her helmet bounced down the hull of the ship, and into the waters below, to be lost alongside many others, in this day of carnage.
Gelon knew he had little time as he heard to alarm, so her just went full force on the shadow blocking his vision even if it wounded him. After gelon got it off he bolted to cubey and grab him then grab megahertz "stay with me" he said as he could hear the ship give away under the e that were tearing it "don't be scared something will come for us" gelon whispered as them keeping himself, cubey and megahertz safe from the debry, smashing ship halves and maybe even the vacuum of space as with his bubble shield but the problem was that it produces enough oxiden for two of them
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It all just happened so fast, a blaring sound pushing her off her feet, a loud booming voice, then the violent shaking of the ship. When her ears stopped ringing she took a split second to notice her surroundings being torn asunder by an unseen force. She had lost sight of the group she was with, probably for the better, that wasn't going anywhere anyway. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her arm. Several pieces of jagged metal were lodge deep inside. Cursing under her breath she tore them out, making no sound when they collided with the floor in comparison to the destruction.
"OH SHIT!" The loud yell stuck out amongst the twisted metal as it was close by. Suddenly, Byatis landed next to Ophelia having been punted by falling debris. Ophelia looked at the creature but had no time to react. The roof was practically caving in on them. She bent the metal pieces and floor around herself and Byatis and made a makeshift metal dome shield, locking them both inside. Byatis's glowing face looked up at Ophelia. "Hey thanks!" He chirped unrealistically happy. Ophelia just grunted in acknowledgement, unsure of what was going to happen or what to do next.
"OH SHIT!" The loud yell stuck out amongst the twisted metal as it was close by. Suddenly, Byatis landed next to Ophelia having been punted by falling debris. Ophelia looked at the creature but had no time to react. The roof was practically caving in on them. She bent the metal pieces and floor around herself and Byatis and made a makeshift metal dome shield, locking them both inside. Byatis's glowing face looked up at Ophelia. "Hey thanks!" He chirped unrealistically happy. Ophelia just grunted in acknowledgement, unsure of what was going to happen or what to do next.
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The booming sound of the ominous was back, then suddenly all her senses were overloaded with the comet headed straight for Nekrim. The only thing she was able to register was Mosa scooping her up and running. "W-whats going on!" was all she could say, unsure if Mosa could hear her. Suddenly they were both engulfed by waters. She held onto Mosa for dear life. Normally she'd teleport but she was so disoriented by so much going on she would have a high risk of appearing impaled by debris. That, and she didn't want to leave Mosa behind.
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Megahertz held Gelon close, as she stared with wide-eyed horror at the ship falling apart around them. Massive structures, once mighty and impenetrable, now crumbling and folding like styrofoam and paper. The ground beneath them heaved left and right, unstable and falling apart. Cracks appear beneath their feet, and Megahertz shook her head, tearfully staring at Gelon. "I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die...!", her voice devolving into whispers. A loud creak, a growl from the grating metal. A mighty shadow was casted upon them. A massive foundation, ten times Gelons' own size and twenty times his weight, was falling upon them, and quickly, it smashed against the bubble shield with the might of a battering ram from the Gods themselves.
Gelon's bubble shield was smashed through the floors of the breaking ship....and soon, the three fell into the waters of the obliterated moon. With the draining oxygen supply and practically the entire moon fighting against them, one wonders if all three will survive the night. Then, at the corner of their eyes, they could see a...massive dome, haphazardly shaped from twisted metal..approaching, at high speed.
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Around Byatis and Ophelia, everything fell apart. The bulletproof windows shatter, the artificial sky projectors short circuited by the flooding water. A screaming Federation Trooper was washed away in front of them by the quickly invading water. Lights flicker and die, with only the incessant and annoying alarm continuing to shriek. The metal dome shield protecting Byatis and Ophelia creaked and shrieked, toyed around by both the mayhem around them and Ophelia's own metal manipulating powers. They can feel the vibrations as the steel was stretched and bent out of whack. Then, the ship tilted heavily to its side.
The metal dome containing the two rolled down the cracked floors of the ship, like a chrome hamster wheel for two, they descend, the wind rushing through the holes and blowing at their bodies. Along the way, they flattened many people and barely dodged a few explosions. And then, not too far away, they see another ball - this time a bubble shield made of energy, containing Gelon, Cubey, and Megahertz.
Ophelia's metal dome gained more and more speed as it rolled further and further down the broken floors, and eventually, it rolled into the waters...and smashed into the bubble shield with mighty force. Ophelia's metal dome dented severely, and Gelon's bubble shield flickered for a brief moment, as all the inhabitants of both protective balls inside were shaken. Megahertz was flung out of the bubble shield when it flickered for a brief moment. She shrieked and flailed desperately, and she looked at Gelon with a pleading look as the bubble shield restored......but before anybody could do anything, she fell to the sea...and the mighty waves washed her away.
Gelon's bubble shield was smashed through the floors of the breaking ship....and soon, the three fell into the waters of the obliterated moon. With the draining oxygen supply and practically the entire moon fighting against them, one wonders if all three will survive the night. Then, at the corner of their eyes, they could see a...massive dome, haphazardly shaped from twisted metal..approaching, at high speed.
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Around Byatis and Ophelia, everything fell apart. The bulletproof windows shatter, the artificial sky projectors short circuited by the flooding water. A screaming Federation Trooper was washed away in front of them by the quickly invading water. Lights flicker and die, with only the incessant and annoying alarm continuing to shriek. The metal dome shield protecting Byatis and Ophelia creaked and shrieked, toyed around by both the mayhem around them and Ophelia's own metal manipulating powers. They can feel the vibrations as the steel was stretched and bent out of whack. Then, the ship tilted heavily to its side.
The metal dome containing the two rolled down the cracked floors of the ship, like a chrome hamster wheel for two, they descend, the wind rushing through the holes and blowing at their bodies. Along the way, they flattened many people and barely dodged a few explosions. And then, not too far away, they see another ball - this time a bubble shield made of energy, containing Gelon, Cubey, and Megahertz.
Ophelia's metal dome gained more and more speed as it rolled further and further down the broken floors, and eventually, it rolled into the waters...and smashed into the bubble shield with mighty force. Ophelia's metal dome dented severely, and Gelon's bubble shield flickered for a brief moment, as all the inhabitants of both protective balls inside were shaken. Megahertz was flung out of the bubble shield when it flickered for a brief moment. She shrieked and flailed desperately, and she looked at Gelon with a pleading look as the bubble shield restored......but before anybody could do anything, she fell to the sea...and the mighty waves washed her away.
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Mosa snarled and held on to a large piece of debris with all his strength, eye glaring around, trying to find fellow survivors as the waters assaulted them from every direction. But all they could find were the dead and the destroyed. The choking smell of ash, smoke, and salt water filled their nostrills. Growling to himself, Mosa did the only thing he could do - hang on.
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Gelon detached half his arm leaving the bubble shield and most importantly an active beacon for cubey "float I will get her" gelon said and dive in the water "I'm coming megahertz!" Gelon yelled and shot forward like skitting stone seeing mosa hanging on he shot a flare to him "keep it lit!" He yelled as he was going with the flow thanks to his arm
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Riley continued to hold on. The heat of the smoke and the cold of the waters were slowly getting to her, luckily robotic claws never get tired. She suddenly felt something hit Mosa's back and landed in her arms. It felt really warm. It was Gelon's flare. She welcomed the warmth but moved it so that it wouldn't burn either of them. She had no idea who it came from since the sounds of rushing waves ate Gelon's words.
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Byatis and Ophelia shared a worried look as they felt the metal dome detach from the ground, and thy started rolling quickly down the side of the ship. They two bumped into each other several times as the orb made contact with the ground. Several squishing sounds could be heard as blood seeped into the holes. They definitely crushed a few people.
Finally they bounce off Gelon's bubble shield and crash into the debris of a building. Ophelia let the dome shatter, and both Byatis and Ophelia crashed onto the unstable roof. Byatis squirmed but dug his claws into the stone. Ophelia rolled along the roof but stopped when Byatis intervened. He simply returned a grin. "What the hell.." Ophelia murmured as she looked upon the chaos, spotting the bubble shield they hit.
"I guess GEHENNA got impatient. He does that. Feels weird being on the business end of that though." Byatis replied bluntly. They both stared out at the horizon in silence.
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Byatis and Ophelia shared a worried look as they felt the metal dome detach from the ground, and thy started rolling quickly down the side of the ship. They two bumped into each other several times as the orb made contact with the ground. Several squishing sounds could be heard as blood seeped into the holes. They definitely crushed a few people.
Finally they bounce off Gelon's bubble shield and crash into the debris of a building. Ophelia let the dome shatter, and both Byatis and Ophelia crashed onto the unstable roof. Byatis squirmed but dug his claws into the stone. Ophelia rolled along the roof but stopped when Byatis intervened. He simply returned a grin. "What the hell.." Ophelia murmured as she looked upon the chaos, spotting the bubble shield they hit.
"I guess GEHENNA got impatient. He does that. Feels weird being on the business end of that though." Byatis replied bluntly. They both stared out at the horizon in silence.
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Lying bleeding, darkness filled Graves's eyes, lights flashing intermittently as blood pulsed haphazardly inside his flesh. Unaware of the chaos soon to unfold around him, he could only exhale slightly as Beatrice's hand smashed into his chest, injecting the stimulant into his system. Awareness slowly began to return to his consciousness as the compound worked on his body, repairing the massive damages caused by Ridley's mace in time to quick to be possible normally. Despite the miracle being worked by Beatrice's actions, Graves was still much too weak to comprehend what was to happen next.
As the pieces of the dead world smashed into Nekrim, Graves could do naught but sit dazedly, staring at the ceiling as the Realta Nua was racked by the waves and pieces of debris. Three of Graves underlings came running through the mangled ship, darting around broken bodies and panicking people. Reaching him, the three glanced around, worried themselves.
"Shit, Carek and Hamil are dead, the boss is dying and the entire fucking planet is exploding!? What are we gonna do, Ryze?" yelled the youngest mobster, a sandy-haired human.
"Shut yer gob, git! Graves is still alive and we'se is getting him outta here. Grab his legs, I'll get his arms. Kyra, cover us!" commanded Ryze, a tall Beastman covered with scars, testament to the numerous battles he had gone through. He and Gerald, the human, grabbed Graves and began to haul him towards the bubble shield which had been set up by Gelon while Kyra, an android, kept its armaments trained on the area around her.
They arrived just in time to watch Gelon dive in after Megahertz. Cursing, Ryze set down Graves and jumped into the raging current as well. He may be a murderer by some accounts but he was not one to simply let others die in times like these. Swimming swiftly, he closed on Megahertz and Gelon, reaching the Ishkavi to grab her and Gelon to begin dragging them back. "You fools is gonna die in this water. Don't struggle."
With the crashing of the planet and the appearance of GEHENNA, something sparked inside the Realta Nua, a power which should have been dead by any normal means. Soft whirring started and snaps of electricity darted out before settling down into the core of a destroyed machine. It sensed death approaching but such a fate did not appeal to it. And so the husk of metal began to move. Began to crawl. Blind except for an outside view, the machine started to trace a path towards an area of the ship it determined would fit its needs, a rebirth.
As the pieces of the dead world smashed into Nekrim, Graves could do naught but sit dazedly, staring at the ceiling as the Realta Nua was racked by the waves and pieces of debris. Three of Graves underlings came running through the mangled ship, darting around broken bodies and panicking people. Reaching him, the three glanced around, worried themselves.
"Shit, Carek and Hamil are dead, the boss is dying and the entire fucking planet is exploding!? What are we gonna do, Ryze?" yelled the youngest mobster, a sandy-haired human.
"Shut yer gob, git! Graves is still alive and we'se is getting him outta here. Grab his legs, I'll get his arms. Kyra, cover us!" commanded Ryze, a tall Beastman covered with scars, testament to the numerous battles he had gone through. He and Gerald, the human, grabbed Graves and began to haul him towards the bubble shield which had been set up by Gelon while Kyra, an android, kept its armaments trained on the area around her.
They arrived just in time to watch Gelon dive in after Megahertz. Cursing, Ryze set down Graves and jumped into the raging current as well. He may be a murderer by some accounts but he was not one to simply let others die in times like these. Swimming swiftly, he closed on Megahertz and Gelon, reaching the Ishkavi to grab her and Gelon to begin dragging them back. "You fools is gonna die in this water. Don't struggle."
With the crashing of the planet and the appearance of GEHENNA, something sparked inside the Realta Nua, a power which should have been dead by any normal means. Soft whirring started and snaps of electricity darted out before settling down into the core of a destroyed machine. It sensed death approaching but such a fate did not appeal to it. And so the husk of metal began to move. Began to crawl. Blind except for an outside view, the machine started to trace a path towards an area of the ship it determined would fit its needs, a rebirth.
Gelon watch Ryze hold him and megahertz with a thankfull smile " I won't but i don't think you can take one extra person with you that is your size,so please let me go so I can help them" Gelon asked the beastman politely and if the awnser was no well then he just had to break free and go to where saw Mosa, as Gelon was still unaware of Riley in Mosa's arm "oh and if you found a bubble shield try to keep the kid calm"
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As soon as Beatrice heard the voice she tossed the limp body of Graves on the floor, and bolted towards the control room. She was in transit when she felt the impact of whatever had collided with the moon, something so big it had split the Realta Nua in two. She quickly escaped out of the hatch of the elevator before it dropped into water that was quickly rising below her. She started to climb the metal structure trying to escape the coming waters, but her efforts were in vain. She soon was taken by the crushing force of the waters and tossed around like a rag doll as the ship started to slowly sink into the ocean. In one last attempt Beatrice pulled out her sound cannon, maximized the power output level, and started frantically shooting at the walls of the ship. They were shredded like paper form the destructive force of the weapon she had opened an entrance to the captains quarters hallway, and began frantically swimming to the hatch. Once inside, the water was drained from the room. Beatrice fell to her knees and gasped for air as the door unlocked to an undamaged control console, she ran to the computer, and began frantically flipping various switches and typing in different command codes. After a brief moment of excruciating time, the prompt came up on the screen and Beatrice collapsed to the floor in relief. The portion of the ship containing various arms and the hyper-drive were saved thanks to her efforts. Underwater, the broken wreckage of the frontal portion of the ship released a small fragment of itself as the the gigantic husk fell into the abyss below.
The remainder of the ship shoots out from under the water, and flies towards safety away from the collision sight. With Beatrice, and the now revived sentinel aboard it.
The remainder of the ship shoots out from under the water, and flies towards safety away from the collision sight. With Beatrice, and the now revived sentinel aboard it.
Mosa turned to look and wave at Gelon as he passed by, but before he could see anything, Gelon fired a flare into the sky and said something, though the distance and the raging elements around them prevented him from hearing it clearly. "WHAT?", Mosa yelled back, holding tight onto the piece of debris and Riley.
Megahertz, having been trashed about by the waters, was hyperventilating and barely concious when she was rescued by Ryze and Gelon. She was much more delicate than either of the two, and at this point was just going along, her body and mind exhausted.
Seeing Gelon approach, Mosa nodded. The kid? There was only one kid that Mosa saw on board the Realta Nua (for obvious reasons), and thus, he kept an eye out, his head twisting left and right to hopefully find Cubey's bubble shield. Eventually, he spotted the shield, and with it, the few remaining survivors. "Hold tight.", Mosa whispered to Riley, before pushing his body through the water to join the bubble shield.
Looking about, Mosa spotted Kyra, Gerald, and Graves near the bubble shield. Mosa tilted his head, having a bad feeling about them, but at that moment, they did not have much of a choice. Mosa nodded at them, "Howdy", and waited for Gelon to grant them access into the bubble.
Looking around some more while waiting, Mosa's nose twitched, and he turned his attention onto Byatis and Ophelia sitting on a piece of debris. Mosa glanced at the Graves Trio behind him. "Wait! There's more survivors over there!", he said while pointing at the two. Staring back at them, Mosa waved his enormous arm and bellowed, "HEY YOU GUYS!! OVER HERE!!"
Some of them would be able to see a portion of the ship bursting out of the waters and flying away, thanks to Beatrice, though that escaped Mosa's attention.
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"Well. This was a disaster", an old, gravelly voice mused in front of Beatrice.
Flickering on and off, a holographic transmission from Boris, sitting calmly and sipping a cup of tea. Having lost his everpresent, if low key, smile, Boris glanced out of a window nearby. Eyes narrowed, look grim. He could see the very few survivors having gathered around Gelon's bubble shield. The man chuckled.
"See? I told you Deskovitch would be useful eventually."
Boris placed a cup on his saucer, and took a deep breath, turning back to Beatrice. He looked at her seriously, and sighed. "At the very least, it seems like we have our anti-GEHENNA team."
And soon, Boris' smile returned.
Megahertz, having been trashed about by the waters, was hyperventilating and barely concious when she was rescued by Ryze and Gelon. She was much more delicate than either of the two, and at this point was just going along, her body and mind exhausted.
Seeing Gelon approach, Mosa nodded. The kid? There was only one kid that Mosa saw on board the Realta Nua (for obvious reasons), and thus, he kept an eye out, his head twisting left and right to hopefully find Cubey's bubble shield. Eventually, he spotted the shield, and with it, the few remaining survivors. "Hold tight.", Mosa whispered to Riley, before pushing his body through the water to join the bubble shield.
Looking about, Mosa spotted Kyra, Gerald, and Graves near the bubble shield. Mosa tilted his head, having a bad feeling about them, but at that moment, they did not have much of a choice. Mosa nodded at them, "Howdy", and waited for Gelon to grant them access into the bubble.
Looking around some more while waiting, Mosa's nose twitched, and he turned his attention onto Byatis and Ophelia sitting on a piece of debris. Mosa glanced at the Graves Trio behind him. "Wait! There's more survivors over there!", he said while pointing at the two. Staring back at them, Mosa waved his enormous arm and bellowed, "HEY YOU GUYS!! OVER HERE!!"
Some of them would be able to see a portion of the ship bursting out of the waters and flying away, thanks to Beatrice, though that escaped Mosa's attention.
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"Well. This was a disaster", an old, gravelly voice mused in front of Beatrice.
Flickering on and off, a holographic transmission from Boris, sitting calmly and sipping a cup of tea. Having lost his everpresent, if low key, smile, Boris glanced out of a window nearby. Eyes narrowed, look grim. He could see the very few survivors having gathered around Gelon's bubble shield. The man chuckled.
"See? I told you Deskovitch would be useful eventually."
Boris placed a cup on his saucer, and took a deep breath, turning back to Beatrice. He looked at her seriously, and sighed. "At the very least, it seems like we have our anti-GEHENNA team."
And soon, Boris' smile returned.
"okay scrap that" gelon said and made an opening in the shield "everybody in and try to make yourself as small as possible, there isn't much room in there" gelon said and let everyone in then watch Ophelia and byatis "you two as well, no one is left behind" he said to them as he expanded the shield to it's max size which gave them a a few more meters of space but still not much "Ophelia can you make an metal dome around the shield that is air tight? We all are gonna need it to survive, whether you like it or not we need each other to survive now" Gelon said to her if he keeps his shield on gave them a less powerful beacon or turn the shield off and have a stronger beacon with a slightly better oxiden generator but still couldn't support them all
(from what I at least get is that the dome they were on has a huge hole in it so that is why I include the oxiden generator if anyone was curious)
(from what I at least get is that the dome they were on has a huge hole in it so that is why I include the oxiden generator if anyone was curious)
Byatis perked up when he saw the big crocodilian beastman call out to them. "C'mon! They've got a bubble shield!" Ophelia just gave him a look. "Not much of a talker are you? Suit yourself." Byatis didn't know what to think of the deformed Illeryian but she did save his life so he felt the need to at least return the favour somehow. Byatis took a powerful leap onto a piece of debris near the bubble shield and without hesitation, slunk inside curling up. "You got room for one more~?" He joked considering there were three beastmen, and a few others already in here.
Ophelia watched as Byatis leaped to the others. She considered not following them, even if the one calling out to them was Mosa, the only person she grew to trust on this voyage thus far. She let out a grimace before leaping after Byatis. Landing on debris as she made her way to them, they would buckle under her impact, collapsing just after she jumped off them. Finally she jumped into bubble shield.
Crowded would be an understatement. She barely had room to move, even if the shield was fully extended. She turned to Mosa, about to address him in thanks but... but... he was holding someone already. Tightly clinging to him was...HER. The one she'd been looking for all this time. Riley. Ophelia was so stunned that Gelon's speech about working together just went in through one ear and out the other. Her thoughts went racing, until finally Gelon's voice snapped her out of it. Without replying she molded thick hull pieces of the Realta Nua around the bubble shield as tight as she could.
This made the inside of the bubble dark, aside from the glow of energy and Byatis's eerie glowing face. Riley, knowing she was safe still kept clung to Mosa, too rattled to move. She listened as she finally realized more people had joined them. Though, the name of one made her heart sink. Ophelia. No, it couldn't be her, she thought. Metal. Oh fuck, it was her. Mosa could feel Riley trembling as she grabbed him even tighter.
Ophelia watched as Byatis leaped to the others. She considered not following them, even if the one calling out to them was Mosa, the only person she grew to trust on this voyage thus far. She let out a grimace before leaping after Byatis. Landing on debris as she made her way to them, they would buckle under her impact, collapsing just after she jumped off them. Finally she jumped into bubble shield.
Crowded would be an understatement. She barely had room to move, even if the shield was fully extended. She turned to Mosa, about to address him in thanks but... but... he was holding someone already. Tightly clinging to him was...HER. The one she'd been looking for all this time. Riley. Ophelia was so stunned that Gelon's speech about working together just went in through one ear and out the other. Her thoughts went racing, until finally Gelon's voice snapped her out of it. Without replying she molded thick hull pieces of the Realta Nua around the bubble shield as tight as she could.
This made the inside of the bubble dark, aside from the glow of energy and Byatis's eerie glowing face. Riley, knowing she was safe still kept clung to Mosa, too rattled to move. She listened as she finally realized more people had joined them. Though, the name of one made her heart sink. Ophelia. No, it couldn't be her, she thought. Metal. Oh fuck, it was her. Mosa could feel Riley trembling as she grabbed him even tighter.
Gelon walked over to his other part of his arm and attached it again letting the shield disappear as he sit down "is anyone wounded?" He asked as he turned on the beacon and a shoulder mounted flashlight while waited for a response
Ryze let Gelon go upon the man's request, loosening his grip to allow Gelon to swim away on his own. With the burden relieved from his body, the small body which Megahertz inhabited presented almost no problem to the Beastman as he swam back towards the opening from which he had descended. Despite the removal of weight, struggling against the current presented its own obstacles, accentuated by the countless pieces of flotsam and debris swirling through the tidal forces. The Realta Nua's being alive was amazing in and of itself.
Kyra waited above the hole for Ryze, leaning down to take Megahertz's battered body from the fellow Beastman. Hoisting Megahertz into her arms, Kyra carried her softly away from the hole, worried at the cold that infused the girl. Ryze clambered up into the domed area, gashes across his body slowly pumping out blood in amounts too small to be fatal or hampering. Shaking some of the water off of his fur, he glanced over at Gerald and Graves, a frown forming on his face.
Gerald, having come with a medical kit, was working tenderly on Graves's body. Beatrice's medicine may have saved Graves from certain death but more medical attention was required before he would be safe from death once more. Kyra lay Megahertz down in a position as comfortable as could be achieved before returning to the rest of the mobsters. Crouching down, they all stared at each other glummly. Out of the fifty or so that had originally come to the ship, it was now down to four members. A tear leaked from Ryze's eye, becoming lost in the damp fur that covered his face. Gerald simply stared blankly, going about his work in a mindless state.
"What are we going to do, Ryze?" muttered Kyra. "This ship is destroyed and there is no form of getting off planet in the foreseeable future."
Ryze began to speak but was interrupted from a gasping by Graves. His eyes fluttered open weakly, a sheen of sweat covering his face. "We'll live, that's what,' he wheezed. Hacking racked his body as he began to sit up. Kyra settled her arm behind his back to support him. Gathering his breath, he said more loudly so that everyone could hear, "So what are we going to do?" Part of the ship blasting out of the water caught Graves's eye, and he spied a small object. At least that was safe.
Sentinel, feeling the part of the ship he was on detach from the rest, stopped, tilting his head. A whirring came from his body, louder than normal and the remaining appendages shifted downwards so that his body was resting on his arms and legs. Scuttling forwards quickly, he began to make his way towards the repair bay.
Kyra waited above the hole for Ryze, leaning down to take Megahertz's battered body from the fellow Beastman. Hoisting Megahertz into her arms, Kyra carried her softly away from the hole, worried at the cold that infused the girl. Ryze clambered up into the domed area, gashes across his body slowly pumping out blood in amounts too small to be fatal or hampering. Shaking some of the water off of his fur, he glanced over at Gerald and Graves, a frown forming on his face.
Gerald, having come with a medical kit, was working tenderly on Graves's body. Beatrice's medicine may have saved Graves from certain death but more medical attention was required before he would be safe from death once more. Kyra lay Megahertz down in a position as comfortable as could be achieved before returning to the rest of the mobsters. Crouching down, they all stared at each other glummly. Out of the fifty or so that had originally come to the ship, it was now down to four members. A tear leaked from Ryze's eye, becoming lost in the damp fur that covered his face. Gerald simply stared blankly, going about his work in a mindless state.
"What are we going to do, Ryze?" muttered Kyra. "This ship is destroyed and there is no form of getting off planet in the foreseeable future."
Ryze began to speak but was interrupted from a gasping by Graves. His eyes fluttered open weakly, a sheen of sweat covering his face. "We'll live, that's what,' he wheezed. Hacking racked his body as he began to sit up. Kyra settled her arm behind his back to support him. Gathering his breath, he said more loudly so that everyone could hear, "So what are we going to do?" Part of the ship blasting out of the water caught Graves's eye, and he spied a small object. At least that was safe.
Sentinel, feeling the part of the ship he was on detach from the rest, stopped, tilting his head. A whirring came from his body, louder than normal and the remaining appendages shifted downwards so that his body was resting on his arms and legs. Scuttling forwards quickly, he began to make his way towards the repair bay.
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As Ophelia told him to grow up and shot him a look of pure hate, Cubey froze in fright of the woman, eyeing her up and down, remembering her vaguely from the battle against the Cazafores, deciding it was probably best to follow up with her suggestion, since she looked extremely mean.
He froze all the more as he heard Ozma and Gelon gain ground towards the group. Of-course Ozma would be here, he was invited to meet Graves as well.
Cubey decided it was probably best to stand still, and pretend he wasn't there, even if he picked up a really bizarre odor from somewhere, too faint for him to pin point definitely of note.
He was far more concerned of Graves' serious grim expression however, which that even Cubey understood things were going to turn sour soon. He replied to Cubey's questions, calling himself Clark, and calling himself manipulative, as well as revealing Megahertz and Ophelia weren't his girlfriends, and that Cubey had a choice in joining him. 'Clark' then suddenly plonked a some dark glob to the ground and pulled out a pistol, which caused alarm bells to ring in Cubey's head, watching in worry as the suited man gave that frightening woman a harsh talking to, not entirely sure who's side he was on of the exchanged words. 'Clark' then turned his attention to Ozma, obviously not happy with him, and agreeing with along with 'Clark's' until he suddenly apologized and shot at Ozma's head.
Gelon immediately punched at Clarks hand clasping the laser pistol, putting up some sort of energy barrier but to no avail, as though the blast merely singed Ozma's hair, barely scraping it, it ricochet back towards him as he stared at Gelon in awe and wonder, bursting through his skull as Cubey turned away and puked at the sight of the blood and brain matters splattering Gelon, horrified on what happened. And it was his fault. 'Clark may had fired the shot, but he was the one who told about what he did to his father. His words sealed Ozma's death. He heard Megahertz shout in horror at the incident, but Cubey payed little attention, he was too busy staring in sheer terror and horror at blank space, obviously shaken and mortified on what just happened, ignoring the announcement over the intercom by Beatrice also. Then Cubey began to scream, running behind and past Gelon as he struck out at 'Clark', seeming more focused on screaming than the fight that was going on, diving behind some nearby bins, seeming oblivious to Megahertz's hellhound's barking, her own exclamations, Vlad and Ridleys arrival, or Ophelia joining in the fight. All Cubey could do was cry, scream, and punch the ground he sprawled himself on, deciding to wallow in misery and fear of what just happened to Ozma, Deunan's brother. He promised both the man who shot him and the one who jumped in to try and save him that he would protect him and didn't even attempt so, as well as causing his death. He thought to himself he might as well been the trigger. Cubey then sat stunned as he heard Gelon call out for him, freezing up as snot and tears rolled down his cubic face, bewildered on why Gelon would want to look for him before reckoning he wanted to hurt him for what he had done. Cubey decided to scuttle off further away from the battle hearing all manner of diffrent horrific noise and cries from those combating, this time diving behind one of the benches, shuddering in fear in hopes Gelon wouldn't find him and hurt him, or worse.
After a few moments passed, Cubey risked a peak after hears some extremely loud noise, and a familiar voice, to which he saw another lady that also had odd tentacles in her hair which seemed to have a odd cannon that fired noise at people. As he ducked back behind cover when he heard Gelon asking for help on searching for him, he realized that the voice was of the same lady that was talking through the speakers on the ship, who must of got sick of all the fighting going on-board. Or at least that's what Cubey thought. He also realized that an ice man he had never met suddenly turned to dust, 'Clark' had been captured by the intercom lady, and that there was some person in orange-ish armor fighting the scary lady from earlier. He decided against revealing himself, letting his lip and himself quiver as he hid behind the bench.
Suddenly a red light filled the entire ship, Realta Nua, alarms blaring constantly, as a rumbling voice that made Cubey shudder in fear with each syllable spoke, declaring it was going to remind them why they all left home, giving them a 'gift' of a world conquered by the owner of the voice. As the ship then cracked in two, throwing Cubey out of his hiding place, seeing the rubble of the dead world raining down on one to be filled with the dead, as he witnessed the countless dying and drowning and being electrocuted, before witnessing the terrible sight of the armored stranger being crushed between the two halves of the ship slamming against each other with a ungodly deafening clang. Cubey then passed out in fear, frothing at the mouth, the last thing he remembered was being grabbed before passing out.
Cubey later awoke as he was left alone in the bubble shield with Gelon shouting at him to keep floating, who began swimming along the raging ocean, as he spotted the sight of the pink haired lady and reptilian beastman from before, doing their best to brave the impossible sea, with Cubey left speechless and naturally, terrified out of his mind, and left screaming his throat raw until he he could only cough. As he was screaming he witnessed some tall scared beastman leap into the sea from the wreckage of the ship, and began dragging Gelon and the tentacle hair human from earlier back to the bubble and turned to see 'Clark' being carried by a sandy haired human and accompanied by a female android. He also witnessed the surprising sight of one of the halves of the ship managing to stay airborne above the sea somehow, halting his screaming-turned-coughing into utter confusion and disbelief.
Before he could knock away said disbelief however, Cubey was suddenly squashed as nearly all of the survivors he had saw, along with the scary lady from earlier, and a bizarre smiling creature that reeked of a bizarre scent that Cubey had smelled earlier. He could only gasp and groan as he was pined to the side of the bubble shield managing to croak; "Is this all the people that are okay? I not feel so good but please tell me there's more! There has to be more people right?" Cubey then began to hyperventilate as he saw metal suddenly case around them, only managing to whimper in fear, utterly clueless on what just happened.
A single quick thought appeared in his mind as he said miserably to himself more than anyone else; "Did Lekan and Quin make it? Or those guys that were hanging out with them and at Ozma's house? What about that robot lady who was there?" He then began to cry again.
He froze all the more as he heard Ozma and Gelon gain ground towards the group. Of-course Ozma would be here, he was invited to meet Graves as well.
Cubey decided it was probably best to stand still, and pretend he wasn't there, even if he picked up a really bizarre odor from somewhere, too faint for him to pin point definitely of note.
He was far more concerned of Graves' serious grim expression however, which that even Cubey understood things were going to turn sour soon. He replied to Cubey's questions, calling himself Clark, and calling himself manipulative, as well as revealing Megahertz and Ophelia weren't his girlfriends, and that Cubey had a choice in joining him. 'Clark' then suddenly plonked a some dark glob to the ground and pulled out a pistol, which caused alarm bells to ring in Cubey's head, watching in worry as the suited man gave that frightening woman a harsh talking to, not entirely sure who's side he was on of the exchanged words. 'Clark' then turned his attention to Ozma, obviously not happy with him, and agreeing with along with 'Clark's' until he suddenly apologized and shot at Ozma's head.
Gelon immediately punched at Clarks hand clasping the laser pistol, putting up some sort of energy barrier but to no avail, as though the blast merely singed Ozma's hair, barely scraping it, it ricochet back towards him as he stared at Gelon in awe and wonder, bursting through his skull as Cubey turned away and puked at the sight of the blood and brain matters splattering Gelon, horrified on what happened. And it was his fault. 'Clark may had fired the shot, but he was the one who told about what he did to his father. His words sealed Ozma's death. He heard Megahertz shout in horror at the incident, but Cubey payed little attention, he was too busy staring in sheer terror and horror at blank space, obviously shaken and mortified on what just happened, ignoring the announcement over the intercom by Beatrice also. Then Cubey began to scream, running behind and past Gelon as he struck out at 'Clark', seeming more focused on screaming than the fight that was going on, diving behind some nearby bins, seeming oblivious to Megahertz's hellhound's barking, her own exclamations, Vlad and Ridleys arrival, or Ophelia joining in the fight. All Cubey could do was cry, scream, and punch the ground he sprawled himself on, deciding to wallow in misery and fear of what just happened to Ozma, Deunan's brother. He promised both the man who shot him and the one who jumped in to try and save him that he would protect him and didn't even attempt so, as well as causing his death. He thought to himself he might as well been the trigger. Cubey then sat stunned as he heard Gelon call out for him, freezing up as snot and tears rolled down his cubic face, bewildered on why Gelon would want to look for him before reckoning he wanted to hurt him for what he had done. Cubey decided to scuttle off further away from the battle hearing all manner of diffrent horrific noise and cries from those combating, this time diving behind one of the benches, shuddering in fear in hopes Gelon wouldn't find him and hurt him, or worse.
After a few moments passed, Cubey risked a peak after hears some extremely loud noise, and a familiar voice, to which he saw another lady that also had odd tentacles in her hair which seemed to have a odd cannon that fired noise at people. As he ducked back behind cover when he heard Gelon asking for help on searching for him, he realized that the voice was of the same lady that was talking through the speakers on the ship, who must of got sick of all the fighting going on-board. Or at least that's what Cubey thought. He also realized that an ice man he had never met suddenly turned to dust, 'Clark' had been captured by the intercom lady, and that there was some person in orange-ish armor fighting the scary lady from earlier. He decided against revealing himself, letting his lip and himself quiver as he hid behind the bench.
Suddenly a red light filled the entire ship, Realta Nua, alarms blaring constantly, as a rumbling voice that made Cubey shudder in fear with each syllable spoke, declaring it was going to remind them why they all left home, giving them a 'gift' of a world conquered by the owner of the voice. As the ship then cracked in two, throwing Cubey out of his hiding place, seeing the rubble of the dead world raining down on one to be filled with the dead, as he witnessed the countless dying and drowning and being electrocuted, before witnessing the terrible sight of the armored stranger being crushed between the two halves of the ship slamming against each other with a ungodly deafening clang. Cubey then passed out in fear, frothing at the mouth, the last thing he remembered was being grabbed before passing out.
Cubey later awoke as he was left alone in the bubble shield with Gelon shouting at him to keep floating, who began swimming along the raging ocean, as he spotted the sight of the pink haired lady and reptilian beastman from before, doing their best to brave the impossible sea, with Cubey left speechless and naturally, terrified out of his mind, and left screaming his throat raw until he he could only cough. As he was screaming he witnessed some tall scared beastman leap into the sea from the wreckage of the ship, and began dragging Gelon and the tentacle hair human from earlier back to the bubble and turned to see 'Clark' being carried by a sandy haired human and accompanied by a female android. He also witnessed the surprising sight of one of the halves of the ship managing to stay airborne above the sea somehow, halting his screaming-turned-coughing into utter confusion and disbelief.
Before he could knock away said disbelief however, Cubey was suddenly squashed as nearly all of the survivors he had saw, along with the scary lady from earlier, and a bizarre smiling creature that reeked of a bizarre scent that Cubey had smelled earlier. He could only gasp and groan as he was pined to the side of the bubble shield managing to croak; "Is this all the people that are okay? I not feel so good but please tell me there's more! There has to be more people right?" Cubey then began to hyperventilate as he saw metal suddenly case around them, only managing to whimper in fear, utterly clueless on what just happened.
A single quick thought appeared in his mind as he said miserably to himself more than anyone else; "Did Lekan and Quin make it? Or those guys that were hanging out with them and at Ozma's house? What about that robot lady who was there?" He then began to cry again.
As the survivors pondered their fate, a small, but shiny object could be seen in the distant sky growing larger and larger as it flew over the now flooded moon. Aboard were James, Colt and Preston looking through the windows in shock and awe at what had transpired while they were gone.
"We leave home for a bit and look what happens." James said as he looked to his two comrades from the pilot seat. "Y'all see any survivors?"
"We leave home for a bit and look what happens." James said as he looked to his two comrades from the pilot seat. "Y'all see any survivors?"
"Who gives a shit, they probably died." Colt said in a bored tone. "Might as well move on."
"Don't be such an ass, we should at least look for..." Preston caught a glimpse of something in the water below, shimmering. "I think that's the survivors, take the ship down."
Colt groaned and looked away from the window, not too happy with the current situation. "If we HAVE to, just make it quick."
"Don't be such an ass, we should at least look for..." Preston caught a glimpse of something in the water below, shimmering. "I think that's the survivors, take the ship down."
Colt groaned and looked away from the window, not too happy with the current situation. "If we HAVE to, just make it quick."
"Colt, have some compassion for once." James replied as he continued to scan the waters below. "But I agree, we shouldn't stay here for too long. I don't know what happened here, but I don't like it."
Just then, Preston called out that he had spotted a shimmering object a bit away below them. Hoping that maybe someone was still alive, James began to fly in the direction of the object and lowered the ship down gently on the surface of the water. "Open the hatch on the side and tell me what you see. If we have survivors, I'd like to get them on board now and get out of here as soon as we can."
Just then, Preston called out that he had spotted a shimmering object a bit away below them. Hoping that maybe someone was still alive, James began to fly in the direction of the object and lowered the ship down gently on the surface of the water. "Open the hatch on the side and tell me what you see. If we have survivors, I'd like to get them on board now and get out of here as soon as we can."
"Oh I do, but I save it." Colt replied.
Preston opened the ship's hatch, ignoring the argument in the background. He squinted to get a better look, the reflection of the water making it a bit painful to stare below. Nevertheless, he made out some familiar shapes, then faces as his sight adjusted. "It's them. Let's grab them and go."
Preston opened the ship's hatch, ignoring the argument in the background. He squinted to get a better look, the reflection of the water making it a bit painful to stare below. Nevertheless, he made out some familiar shapes, then faces as his sight adjusted. "It's them. Let's grab them and go."
The setting changes from Stratevaria Galaxy to Nekrim
Mosa turned to Gelon, and gave a thankful smile and a vigorous nod as he allowed everyone into the shield. Still slugging Riley on his back, he swam into the shield with no trouble, huddling together with everyone else. The skies were completely dark, as if GEHENNA's influence had tainted the entire moon itself. The beach, warm and sunny just half an hour ago, was now a place of coldness and gloom. Even the enormous Mosa, radiating a considerable amount of body heat, shivered from the cold waters washing over him. Mosa looked up as Byatis landed on a nearby debris, grinning and baring all his massive teeth, silently appreciating the humor even in these dark moments.
Mosa lost his smile, glancing to his back, as Riley trembled. Oblivious to the source of her woes, Mosa patted her gently with his oversized hands, his snout forming a near-perfect upside down-'U' as he frowned. "There, there. Riley safe with us here. Right?". Mosa turned and looked at the others. It was as Gelon said. Like it or not, they were stuck together now.
Just then, he noticed Cubey finally, if barely, speaking, before crying. He pondered briefly whether or not to tell him the truth. But he quickly realized, that child or no, like him, Cubey was a beastman. And if nothing else, a beastman is strong. Durable. Both in body and mind. He would get over it. Lying to him would only make things worse in the long run. Still, Mosa spoke with a low, respectful voice. "Sorry, Cubey...Mo- I...saw Lekan and Quin die. Quin fell into the waters, and Lekan was dogpiled by fruit carts...."
Megahertz stirred on Kyra's arms. Her tentacles' glows were fading. It was unlikely she would survive the night without proper medical attention. Her skin, previously already pale thanks to being a corpse, was now as white as snow.
Inside the metal dome, Mosa's nostrills flared, and his eyes darted left and right, as he heard machinery outside. "Do you guys hear that? Sounds like...Federation engines...."
Mosa lost his smile, glancing to his back, as Riley trembled. Oblivious to the source of her woes, Mosa patted her gently with his oversized hands, his snout forming a near-perfect upside down-'U' as he frowned. "There, there. Riley safe with us here. Right?". Mosa turned and looked at the others. It was as Gelon said. Like it or not, they were stuck together now.
Just then, he noticed Cubey finally, if barely, speaking, before crying. He pondered briefly whether or not to tell him the truth. But he quickly realized, that child or no, like him, Cubey was a beastman. And if nothing else, a beastman is strong. Durable. Both in body and mind. He would get over it. Lying to him would only make things worse in the long run. Still, Mosa spoke with a low, respectful voice. "Sorry, Cubey...Mo- I...saw Lekan and Quin die. Quin fell into the waters, and Lekan was dogpiled by fruit carts...."
Megahertz stirred on Kyra's arms. Her tentacles' glows were fading. It was unlikely she would survive the night without proper medical attention. Her skin, previously already pale thanks to being a corpse, was now as white as snow.
Inside the metal dome, Mosa's nostrills flared, and his eyes darted left and right, as he heard machinery outside. "Do you guys hear that? Sounds like...Federation engines...."
Beatrice still lying on the floor responded to the now talking hologram of Boris.
"How do we stop something that hurls dead moons at us. We both know I work with statistics and facts, I relay information for you 24/7, and this time the numbers aren't adding up. We have encountered far too many set backs, and now we have a destroyed battle cruiser, and a team full of people that want my head as our only survivors. How the fuck am i suppose to spin that?! Not to mention Project Scorpio which was probably destroyed in the disaster. Whatever is left of the "militia", is inside that big ass metal ball.
Beatrice finally finds her footing and hoists herself up, still shaken by the event. Her bright neon eyes intensify as she forms a fist in her left hand. She turns to Boris, and for the first time instead of seeing a visionary she sees... a coward.
"We should have never came to Nekrim! My job, not counting the mission I have to lead those negligent children, just got a quintillion times harder. I am the one who will have to explain the hundreds upon thousands of deaths, all you have to do is read what I write for you. You are a political mascot Boris nothing more, without me Drakov would be wiped off of Stratevaria! Did you even think to consider what would happen to MY PLAN if I hadn't reached the control panel in time. Do you know how much influence, money, and time we would have lost! I will kill, not capture, kill GEHENNA for what he has done! NO ONE MAKES A FOOL OUT OF ME AND GETS AWAY WITH IT!
Beatrice cuts off the connection to the hologram link, and stares at the window at a peculiar sight. A hovercraft littered with federation markings maneuvers towards the collision sight. The Ishkavi takes a picture, and briefly laughs at what she sees. She places the camera down and enters her own quarters. The picture still left on the camera, displays a white jolly Roger.
"How do we stop something that hurls dead moons at us. We both know I work with statistics and facts, I relay information for you 24/7, and this time the numbers aren't adding up. We have encountered far too many set backs, and now we have a destroyed battle cruiser, and a team full of people that want my head as our only survivors. How the fuck am i suppose to spin that?! Not to mention Project Scorpio which was probably destroyed in the disaster. Whatever is left of the "militia", is inside that big ass metal ball.
Beatrice finally finds her footing and hoists herself up, still shaken by the event. Her bright neon eyes intensify as she forms a fist in her left hand. She turns to Boris, and for the first time instead of seeing a visionary she sees... a coward.
"We should have never came to Nekrim! My job, not counting the mission I have to lead those negligent children, just got a quintillion times harder. I am the one who will have to explain the hundreds upon thousands of deaths, all you have to do is read what I write for you. You are a political mascot Boris nothing more, without me Drakov would be wiped off of Stratevaria! Did you even think to consider what would happen to MY PLAN if I hadn't reached the control panel in time. Do you know how much influence, money, and time we would have lost! I will kill, not capture, kill GEHENNA for what he has done! NO ONE MAKES A FOOL OUT OF ME AND GETS AWAY WITH IT!
Beatrice cuts off the connection to the hologram link, and stares at the window at a peculiar sight. A hovercraft littered with federation markings maneuvers towards the collision sight. The Ishkavi takes a picture, and briefly laughs at what she sees. She places the camera down and enters her own quarters. The picture still left on the camera, displays a white jolly Roger.
Gelon picked cubey up and calm him down the best he could by rocking him gently then put him on the ground as he calmed down "go find a spot to sit down" he said and went over to Megahertz "he hertz can you talk?, I know you are in bad shape but I can keep you going for a while but you will be weak and in a bit of pain" Gelon said and grab his only intact syringe he had on him "I can give you a small shot of nanobots but the other wounded need it as well" he explained and look to graves and his three man "same counts for your guys boss, I can give him a little" gelon said to them as he hid his own counter saying he has less then 50 minutes until he is too late to take the shot himself
Riley continued to dig her fingers in Mosa, clinging to him, absolutely shaking. Oh god oh god oh god, she's gonna kill me, she thought to herself. Ophelia was the LAST person she'd ever want to trapped in a room with....again. She spoke weakly to Mosa. "We're not safe....I'm not safe..." Riley couldn't finish saying what she meant due being so cold from being drenched in water. She just closed her eyes, as if it made much of a difference.
Ophelia just stared at Riley. She was right there. So close. But, she knew she couldn't do anything about it right now. Surely the others would intervene if she did. Ophelia didn't know what to feel, everything was happening way too fast for her to comprehend and work things out. She just wanted to shut down. Suddenly she spotted Mosa comforting Riley! How could he? Did he know what she's really like? A look of betrayal escaped her expressionless face for a moment, then she looked away.
Byatis laid down on his back and curled his limbs in so the others could have a bit more room. So many people survived an attack from GEHENNA! He was actually a bit impressed, knowing what GEHENNA was capable of. He smiled as he looked around at everyone, just listening in to the various conversation. "Ooohh! I hear engines too! Hahaha! Maybe thats a giant engine coming to crush us all and give us sweet sweet death~" He was joking of course. He the turned over to Gelon and Megahertz. "EWW you want them to share a needle? Gross."
Ophelia just stared at Riley. She was right there. So close. But, she knew she couldn't do anything about it right now. Surely the others would intervene if she did. Ophelia didn't know what to feel, everything was happening way too fast for her to comprehend and work things out. She just wanted to shut down. Suddenly she spotted Mosa comforting Riley! How could he? Did he know what she's really like? A look of betrayal escaped her expressionless face for a moment, then she looked away.
Byatis laid down on his back and curled his limbs in so the others could have a bit more room. So many people survived an attack from GEHENNA! He was actually a bit impressed, knowing what GEHENNA was capable of. He smiled as he looked around at everyone, just listening in to the various conversation. "Ooohh! I hear engines too! Hahaha! Maybe thats a giant engine coming to crush us all and give us sweet sweet death~" He was joking of course. He the turned over to Gelon and Megahertz. "EWW you want them to share a needle? Gross."
Gelon turned to Byatis wanting to punch the......thing's glowing face for making those two remarks "very funny glowface but this isn't the time for jokes like that, and yes they have too and I know how to sterilize it, and you hear engines? Ophelia if you could be so kind to remove the dome then" Gelon told Byatis and ask Ophelia then activated the bubble shield again, if there was a ship they were saved
The setting changes from Nekrim to Stratevaria Galaxy
Cubey's heart sank as he heard the fellow's beastman's words, obviously stricken with more grief that he had lost more friends already, wailing in sorrow of the cruel and sudden departure of life form so many.
"Poor Lekan, Poor Quin." Cubey managed to sob, looking over at Mosa with his lip quivering before yet again bursting into a fountain of bitter and miserable tears, wailing in between gasps for air. It certainly wasn't going to stop easily.
He seemed to lessen a little as Gelon suddenly picked him up and rocked him, leaving Cubey more baffled than comforted, staring at the man in puzzlement as he told him to go sit somewhere, a feat easier said than done inside a bubble shield cramped with a number of survivors. Deciding against replying, yet still grateful for the kind gesture, Cubey sniffed a few times and gave a few futile attempts of holding down his sobbing before seeing Gelon offer an injection of something for the tentacle hair lady, who definitely wasn't looking well at all. The odd cubic giraffe man-child din't really understand a word of what Gelon said, but it sounded a bit like he was offering medicine to people, which was always a good thing for the sick and hurt people.
Cubey also noticed the nasty gaze the scary lady was giving the pink haired lady, apparently called Riley, who in turn seemed terrified of her. Maybe it was because she farted. No, couldn't be, Cubey would of been able to smell it easy in this tight a space. His focus shifted once again, this time to Mosa and the strange smiling creature commenting about the sound of engines, with something about needles being said and Gelon being annoyed but asked for the metal casing to be removed.
"I hear engines too! They seem close. Well maybe. But I definitely hear them! Maybe they're survivors too! Maybe pirate person and robot man and robot lady and Tep and other people made it! Maybe that's who's in the ship! They're all okay and were gonna be safe and sound, and we'll blast away from this place, and then we'll blast GEHENNA to piece with our super ultra mega beam cannon we have on the ship, and be heroes and live happily ever after!", Cubey babbled hysterically with a fix of feverish hope and denial of what was contrary and obvious, making himself float around what little space he had in the bubble, seeming to flip about uncontrollably as he talked.
"Yes, yes, quick Ophelia, however you are! Make the metal go bye bye then we'll be okay and see all our friends again and make everything better! All sunshine and smiles and everything!" he chattered excitedly delirious with false hope. His eyes kept flitting back to Byatis however, seeming wary of him, most likely due to his bizarre scent that made Cubey feel dizzy when he tried to sense it too much, as well as the very reasonable wariness of the nearby Jeremy.
"Poor Lekan, Poor Quin." Cubey managed to sob, looking over at Mosa with his lip quivering before yet again bursting into a fountain of bitter and miserable tears, wailing in between gasps for air. It certainly wasn't going to stop easily.
He seemed to lessen a little as Gelon suddenly picked him up and rocked him, leaving Cubey more baffled than comforted, staring at the man in puzzlement as he told him to go sit somewhere, a feat easier said than done inside a bubble shield cramped with a number of survivors. Deciding against replying, yet still grateful for the kind gesture, Cubey sniffed a few times and gave a few futile attempts of holding down his sobbing before seeing Gelon offer an injection of something for the tentacle hair lady, who definitely wasn't looking well at all. The odd cubic giraffe man-child din't really understand a word of what Gelon said, but it sounded a bit like he was offering medicine to people, which was always a good thing for the sick and hurt people.
Cubey also noticed the nasty gaze the scary lady was giving the pink haired lady, apparently called Riley, who in turn seemed terrified of her. Maybe it was because she farted. No, couldn't be, Cubey would of been able to smell it easy in this tight a space. His focus shifted once again, this time to Mosa and the strange smiling creature commenting about the sound of engines, with something about needles being said and Gelon being annoyed but asked for the metal casing to be removed.
"I hear engines too! They seem close. Well maybe. But I definitely hear them! Maybe they're survivors too! Maybe pirate person and robot man and robot lady and Tep and other people made it! Maybe that's who's in the ship! They're all okay and were gonna be safe and sound, and we'll blast away from this place, and then we'll blast GEHENNA to piece with our super ultra mega beam cannon we have on the ship, and be heroes and live happily ever after!", Cubey babbled hysterically with a fix of feverish hope and denial of what was contrary and obvious, making himself float around what little space he had in the bubble, seeming to flip about uncontrollably as he talked.
"Yes, yes, quick Ophelia, however you are! Make the metal go bye bye then we'll be okay and see all our friends again and make everything better! All sunshine and smiles and everything!" he chattered excitedly delirious with false hope. His eyes kept flitting back to Byatis however, seeming wary of him, most likely due to his bizarre scent that made Cubey feel dizzy when he tried to sense it too much, as well as the very reasonable wariness of the nearby Jeremy.
The setting changes from Stratevaria Galaxy to Nekrim
For a while, there was no response from Megahertz. She laid there, still as a corpse. And then,
"Wait, WAIT no! Nobody's going to stab me with any needle!", a high-pitched, almost-helium like voice came from Megahertz's head. That voice...it was very much hers, only very very squeaky. One thing was, her mouth was not moving at all when she spoke....
Her lips quivered, and then parted, as three wriggling, glowing blue tentacles emerged, balancing themselves on Megahertz's pale face. Following those tentacles was a featureless, oval body, shining an ethereal blue, just like the tentacles. Shaking itself to get rid off spit and brain fluid, it then hopped up, and floated towards Gelon's side. "Before you panic...yes...it's me. The...real me....", Megahertz -or rather, Alphard- said, with that high pitched voice, and a tone of embarassment, obvious even with the lack of an emotive face. "I'm...I'm fine. Give the others your nanobots, Gelon...and yourself", she nodded, her voice lowered. "I just need to find another body soon..that one's a bust."
Mosa was puzzled by Riley's words. 'Not safe?' technically speaking they did have a very angry intergalactic asshole picking a fight with them, but for the moment....
....On the other hand, Mosa's nose noticed what his eyes did not. Ophelia. Looking at Riley. With what could only be described as an expression of sheer hatred. Mosa had seen many kinds of hatred. And the one on Ophelia's face was not a very nice kind. Her immediate looking away after glancing at him just confirmed it further. Mosa did not know what to say. And this was not the time to say anything. But Mosa's curiosity had been piqued, and he kept it in mind to investigate further later. Once they were all safe....
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As Beatrice began her rant on Boris, the smile on his face faded, leaving behind only a far-reaching stare with his penetrating, icy blue eyes. He remained silent as she reprimanded him. Not that he would have an opportunity for a rebuttal anyways, when she cut him off. Boris scoffed and rested his cheek against his hand in his dark office. 'Kill GEHENNA', hmm? For all her harsh words for Gelon, the two were quite alike.
And that, for Boris, was a very amusing thought.
Outside his spade-shaped window, blinding thunder struck against the pitch black skies of nighttime Osenia. At the corner of his room, a glass cylinder stood upon a wooden table. Dark, vile energies hover inside it, constantly reshaping and unshaping itself in a demonstration of chaos; its center a purple, dark as black, and on its repeatedly changing rims, an electrifying red-violet color. Boris turned to the cylinder...
...And smiled.
"Wait, WAIT no! Nobody's going to stab me with any needle!", a high-pitched, almost-helium like voice came from Megahertz's head. That voice...it was very much hers, only very very squeaky. One thing was, her mouth was not moving at all when she spoke....
Her lips quivered, and then parted, as three wriggling, glowing blue tentacles emerged, balancing themselves on Megahertz's pale face. Following those tentacles was a featureless, oval body, shining an ethereal blue, just like the tentacles. Shaking itself to get rid off spit and brain fluid, it then hopped up, and floated towards Gelon's side. "Before you panic...yes...it's me. The...real me....", Megahertz -or rather, Alphard- said, with that high pitched voice, and a tone of embarassment, obvious even with the lack of an emotive face. "I'm...I'm fine. Give the others your nanobots, Gelon...and yourself", she nodded, her voice lowered. "I just need to find another body soon..that one's a bust."
Mosa was puzzled by Riley's words. 'Not safe?' technically speaking they did have a very angry intergalactic asshole picking a fight with them, but for the moment....
....On the other hand, Mosa's nose noticed what his eyes did not. Ophelia. Looking at Riley. With what could only be described as an expression of sheer hatred. Mosa had seen many kinds of hatred. And the one on Ophelia's face was not a very nice kind. Her immediate looking away after glancing at him just confirmed it further. Mosa did not know what to say. And this was not the time to say anything. But Mosa's curiosity had been piqued, and he kept it in mind to investigate further later. Once they were all safe....
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As Beatrice began her rant on Boris, the smile on his face faded, leaving behind only a far-reaching stare with his penetrating, icy blue eyes. He remained silent as she reprimanded him. Not that he would have an opportunity for a rebuttal anyways, when she cut him off. Boris scoffed and rested his cheek against his hand in his dark office. 'Kill GEHENNA', hmm? For all her harsh words for Gelon, the two were quite alike.
And that, for Boris, was a very amusing thought.
Outside his spade-shaped window, blinding thunder struck against the pitch black skies of nighttime Osenia. At the corner of his room, a glass cylinder stood upon a wooden table. Dark, vile energies hover inside it, constantly reshaping and unshaping itself in a demonstration of chaos; its center a purple, dark as black, and on its repeatedly changing rims, an electrifying red-violet color. Boris turned to the cylinder...
...And smiled.
Listening as the survivors arranged themselves under the dome, Graves smiled weakly, unwilling to let the pain which the hit from Rdiely's mace had caused him show on his face. Despite the injection which Beatrice had strangely given him, blood still leaked slowly from his pelvic area, bones still shattered from the impact. Any form of movement ground the crushed pieces and as such he attempted to stay as still as possible. Upon Gelon's offer, he grinned a bit wider. "I would be much obliged, Gelon. Thank you for the offer." Upon saying that, he leaned back attempting to rest to recuperate his strength in some tiny form.
Ryze, Gerald, and Kyra continued to huddle around Graves, all rather quiet as the enormity of the situation continued to press down upon them. Hearing the sound of engines, Kyra stood and walked over to the edge of the protective dome under which they resided. Placing her hand against the covering, she sighed as well as an android could. "At least there's someone here to get us off of this hell hole."
On the section of the space ship that Beatrice had ejected, Sentinel continued towards a mechanical area, eventually arriving at a destination that suited his needs. Using the frail arms attached to his chest piece, he dragged himself onto a table which would have been used by normal people for repairing items. Grabbing several of the tools resting up there, he rolled off the edge, falling heavily onto the metal floor of the ship.
Dragging his cargo and himself towards pieces of scrap, he arrayed the various tools next to him. Inspecting the metal carefully, he tilted his head before grabbing a plasma torch. Activating the tip, he began the process of repairing his body.
Ryze, Gerald, and Kyra continued to huddle around Graves, all rather quiet as the enormity of the situation continued to press down upon them. Hearing the sound of engines, Kyra stood and walked over to the edge of the protective dome under which they resided. Placing her hand against the covering, she sighed as well as an android could. "At least there's someone here to get us off of this hell hole."
On the section of the space ship that Beatrice had ejected, Sentinel continued towards a mechanical area, eventually arriving at a destination that suited his needs. Using the frail arms attached to his chest piece, he dragged himself onto a table which would have been used by normal people for repairing items. Grabbing several of the tools resting up there, he rolled off the edge, falling heavily onto the metal floor of the ship.
Dragging his cargo and himself towards pieces of scrap, he arrayed the various tools next to him. Inspecting the metal carefully, he tilted his head before grabbing a plasma torch. Activating the tip, he began the process of repairing his body.
Ophelia, without looking at the group, obliged and a metal strip ripped from the roof of the dome so the group could see what ship was flying nearby. She was still unsure how to feel right now.
Byatis just giggled to himself in response to Gelon. But he noticed the geometric beastman, who had been crying almost nonstop, was looking at him. Out of the colourful cast in the dome, Byatis was in fact the largest and probably the creepiest looking, so he couldn't blame him. So Byatis just stared at Cubey back with his unnerving smile. Though he noticed the Ishkavi in the corner of his eye. "HAH! I'm not the only weirdo here! But thanks anyway for just dumping your corpse in this dome! I wonder how much longer before it stinks!"
"Kind of like you already do?" a quiet voice said. Byatis scoffed, looking around at who said that. Finally shifting his gaze to Ophelia. "Oh! She DOES have a sense of humour!" He jested.
Byatis just giggled to himself in response to Gelon. But he noticed the geometric beastman, who had been crying almost nonstop, was looking at him. Out of the colourful cast in the dome, Byatis was in fact the largest and probably the creepiest looking, so he couldn't blame him. So Byatis just stared at Cubey back with his unnerving smile. Though he noticed the Ishkavi in the corner of his eye. "HAH! I'm not the only weirdo here! But thanks anyway for just dumping your corpse in this dome! I wonder how much longer before it stinks!"
"Kind of like you already do?" a quiet voice said. Byatis scoffed, looking around at who said that. Finally shifting his gaze to Ophelia. "Oh! She DOES have a sense of humour!" He jested.
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(OOC: Sorry for late reply, check OOC section for explanation)
The Federation ship lowered itself down to the stranded crew, the wide side hatch began to slowly open. A sturdy metal ramp unfolding from some compartment snaked it's way to the survivors, locking into place with a hiss of stead. From the ramp above stood Colt and Preston, waving the crew onto the ship.
The Federation ship lowered itself down to the stranded crew, the wide side hatch began to slowly open. A sturdy metal ramp unfolding from some compartment snaked it's way to the survivors, locking into place with a hiss of stead. From the ramp above stood Colt and Preston, waving the crew onto the ship.
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Daniel watch Alphard and smile to her then frown at byatis comment "really glow face? Really?" Gelon asked clearly not amused by his sense of humor. Gelon watched graves and nodded "this is gonna hurt a lot for you since the nanobots are gonna fix you" he said and inject graves with some of the nanobots "megahertz I can't take the shot anymore cause the the timer I have is only programmed for full syringes, so if I do I won't know how long I have" gelon told while a cylinder pops out of his arm "now I know how fragile your kind is so that is where this cylinder is for, it's not roomy but it will keep you safe from harm" he said then notice the light shining in from the removed metal "that is a ship alright we are saved"
(sorry for latness but was planing to post this 9 hours ago but I fell asleep)
(sorry for latness but was planing to post this 9 hours ago but I fell asleep)
Alphard scoffed at Byatis' remark, feeling the lights of the ship above as they hovered closer and closer. "Won't be any less smelly than the rest of the corpses in the waters!" She then turned to Gelon, and if she had eyes, she would have blinked. "Why...thank you for your...kind offer....I'll try not to make a mess, heh.", she chuckled to herself, as she made her way into the cylinder.
Mosa gazed towards the Federation ship, and the feelings of joy rushed through his systems, as he caught sight of two familiar faces - Colt and Preston! He couldn't help but flash a toothy grin. "TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH!"
Coming behind Colt and Preston, his footsteps amplified by steel heels, was a cyan-colored, boxy-looking synthetic with a clear dark blue visor for a face. Bright blue dots of light emit from various sections of his body. His joints hissed and his servos whirred as he walked down the ramp, looking at each survivor. There were traces of what looked like Drakov Industries logos stamped on his right shoulder and left thigh, now faded and forgotten. His eyes focused on Gelon, and then Riley, and then Graves. He glanced at Mosa, who stared at him and nodded. Cyan-Bullet. An old friend.
Cyan-Bullet's head darted towards the others, and he gestured them to follow them inside the ship. "Come, come! Your comrades need immediate medical attention." With audible yet quick footsteps, he led them into the medical bay of the ship, immediately to the left of the main area. A gunmetal door hissed as it opened from left to right, and they were greeted to the sight of a small room, with three pearl-white pods raised slightly tilted from the floor and held together by hydraulics. Autodocs. Very convenient. Very expensive. Very much pirated, by the looks of the yellow price tag still stamped on one of them.
Cyan-Bullet's square steel fingers tapped into a keypad on the wall, which let out a pleasant beep and authorized the use of the auto-docs. The three pearl-white pods swung open from the middle, exposing a silver-grey interior with a pillow and some metallic fittings.
Mosa allowed everyone else to get inside first, before walking in last himself. He turned his head and focused on a sign near the doorway, naming this particular ship;
'The Iron Shadow'.
Mosa gazed towards the Federation ship, and the feelings of joy rushed through his systems, as he caught sight of two familiar faces - Colt and Preston! He couldn't help but flash a toothy grin. "TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH!"
Coming behind Colt and Preston, his footsteps amplified by steel heels, was a cyan-colored, boxy-looking synthetic with a clear dark blue visor for a face. Bright blue dots of light emit from various sections of his body. His joints hissed and his servos whirred as he walked down the ramp, looking at each survivor. There were traces of what looked like Drakov Industries logos stamped on his right shoulder and left thigh, now faded and forgotten. His eyes focused on Gelon, and then Riley, and then Graves. He glanced at Mosa, who stared at him and nodded. Cyan-Bullet. An old friend.
Cyan-Bullet's head darted towards the others, and he gestured them to follow them inside the ship. "Come, come! Your comrades need immediate medical attention." With audible yet quick footsteps, he led them into the medical bay of the ship, immediately to the left of the main area. A gunmetal door hissed as it opened from left to right, and they were greeted to the sight of a small room, with three pearl-white pods raised slightly tilted from the floor and held together by hydraulics. Autodocs. Very convenient. Very expensive. Very much pirated, by the looks of the yellow price tag still stamped on one of them.
Cyan-Bullet's square steel fingers tapped into a keypad on the wall, which let out a pleasant beep and authorized the use of the auto-docs. The three pearl-white pods swung open from the middle, exposing a silver-grey interior with a pillow and some metallic fittings.
Mosa allowed everyone else to get inside first, before walking in last himself. He turned his head and focused on a sign near the doorway, naming this particular ship;
'The Iron Shadow'.
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"Kept you waiting, huh?" Remarked Preston as he waved back at Mosa. "Glad to see friendly faces again."
Colt stood back, letting the crew onto the ship. He hopped onto Mosa's shoulders as he passed by. "Good to see you too, you blue bastard."
As the ramp slowly retracted, Colt made his way to the cockpit, taking a seat next to James. "Let's get the fuck out of here. Take us home.
Colt stood back, letting the crew onto the ship. He hopped onto Mosa's shoulders as he passed by. "Good to see you too, you blue bastard."
As the ramp slowly retracted, Colt made his way to the cockpit, taking a seat next to James. "Let's get the fuck out of here. Take us home.
Gelon let megahertz in and walk to the cockpit after colt "no we can't get out of here just yet" he said to James and colt then pointed to the still functional part of the ship that was suppose to bring them to their destination "there might be more survivors in there, how do I know? Well not everyone can fly half a ship back into orbit" he said and detached the cylinder megahertz was in "are you doing alright?" He asked her
(Sorry for the VERY late reply. Government work has me very busy and tired.)
James put the ship on autopilot as he got out of the pilot's seat and turned to Colt. "Hang on, I need to figure something out. We'll leave, but not before I get some answers." As he made his way to the group of survivors he cleared his throat to get everyone's attention. "Alright, first of all I want to say congratulations for still being among the living. God only knows how many people died down there." He pauses for a brief moment trying to see who was here and who was not. "But, before we do anything, I'd like to know what the fuck happened here and who didn't make it." Although James' helmet covered his face and any emotions he made, he was sure as hell frowning and upset on what basically could be considered the largest loss of life, especially counting the loss of innocent life.
Turning his head to Mosa, James smiled lightly and nodded his head, glad to see his boss and friend was still alive. "Glad to see you, you big blue bastard. As I recall, you still owe me my paycheck."
James put the ship on autopilot as he got out of the pilot's seat and turned to Colt. "Hang on, I need to figure something out. We'll leave, but not before I get some answers." As he made his way to the group of survivors he cleared his throat to get everyone's attention. "Alright, first of all I want to say congratulations for still being among the living. God only knows how many people died down there." He pauses for a brief moment trying to see who was here and who was not. "But, before we do anything, I'd like to know what the fuck happened here and who didn't make it." Although James' helmet covered his face and any emotions he made, he was sure as hell frowning and upset on what basically could be considered the largest loss of life, especially counting the loss of innocent life.
Turning his head to Mosa, James smiled lightly and nodded his head, glad to see his boss and friend was still alive. "Glad to see you, you big blue bastard. As I recall, you still owe me my paycheck."
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Keeton zooms through the terrain weaving through scattered pieces of debris. Behind him are 3 different hover cycles, all following the ruffian towards the federation ship.
Keeton takes out a power knife, and a laser pistol. his face is covered by a black bandanna with a skull's mouth imprinted onto it. One of the men prepares an explosive device and plants it on the door, the other three get ready to siege the ship. The door blows open as Keeton and his men take advantage of the shock to quickly infiltrate the cabin and aim down their sights towards the group.
"GUNS DOWN!" The pirate yells. The small green creature Cubey, the man next to him Gelon, and the pink haired Illeyrian Riley. "Well isn't this one big happy reunion." Keeton pulls off the bandana and goggles he was wearing. The group now able to recognize him, defiantly could notice some differences to the kid.
His left arm was missing in its place was a poorly designed mechanical prosthetic. Multiple scars ran across the Pirate's face, and the optimism and wonder that the pirate had once held in his expression had vanished. A tattoo of a dragon crawled up his neck and arched around to his right shoulder blade. However the thing that most stood out was possibly the eyepatch that replaced his mechanical eye. Tainted with a white Jolly Roger.
"I assume everyone I don't see is dead, so lets get to the point shall we. What the fuck just happened?"
Keeton takes out a power knife, and a laser pistol. his face is covered by a black bandanna with a skull's mouth imprinted onto it. One of the men prepares an explosive device and plants it on the door, the other three get ready to siege the ship. The door blows open as Keeton and his men take advantage of the shock to quickly infiltrate the cabin and aim down their sights towards the group.
"GUNS DOWN!" The pirate yells. The small green creature Cubey, the man next to him Gelon, and the pink haired Illeyrian Riley. "Well isn't this one big happy reunion." Keeton pulls off the bandana and goggles he was wearing. The group now able to recognize him, defiantly could notice some differences to the kid.
His left arm was missing in its place was a poorly designed mechanical prosthetic. Multiple scars ran across the Pirate's face, and the optimism and wonder that the pirate had once held in his expression had vanished. A tattoo of a dragon crawled up his neck and arched around to his right shoulder blade. However the thing that most stood out was possibly the eyepatch that replaced his mechanical eye. Tainted with a white Jolly Roger.
"I assume everyone I don't see is dead, so lets get to the point shall we. What the fuck just happened?"
It seems a break from insanity was nigh impossible. Just as Riley had finally began to calm down, sitting on her lonesome, an explosion ruptured the back door of the ship. She jump in her seat, instinctively grabbing the arm of whoever was next to her, in this case it was Ophelia. But with the lack of eyesight, she had no idea it was her. This had caught Ophelia completely off guard. This woman trusted her of all people for protection? After what Riley had done? Did she have a clue? That...wasn't right. Ophelia looked at the intruder with a scowl, ready to absolutely tear him limb from limb. I would've been easy too. Just as she was about to take full control of his poorly made metal arm, he spoke. And she kept quiet, not wanting to move as Riley hugged her arm.
Byatis, obviously getting curious from the explosion and the yelling, walked into the room and stood behind K2. Byatis shoved his head in K2's face from behind and smiled. "K2! My my you've changed in the...day I last saw you! Hahaha, is this a phase?" He cheered as he slowly rested his chin on top of K2's head and hugged him genuinely. "Well anyway, GEHENNA's getting impatient so he slammed a planet at us like a biiiiiitch." He said so matter-of-factly.
Byatis, obviously getting curious from the explosion and the yelling, walked into the room and stood behind K2. Byatis shoved his head in K2's face from behind and smiled. "K2! My my you've changed in the...day I last saw you! Hahaha, is this a phase?" He cheered as he slowly rested his chin on top of K2's head and hugged him genuinely. "Well anyway, GEHENNA's getting impatient so he slammed a planet at us like a biiiiiitch." He said so matter-of-factly.
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The blast barely startled James, as his time in the previous war he fought in toughened him. At the sight of the hijackers before him boarding his ship, he quickly reached for his rifle slung across his back and aimed it at Keeton, his visor shielding his vision from the blinding blast.
"It looks like we've been penetrated by a bunch of seamen." James called out with a slight laugh. He knew the difference between a pirate and a sailor, but it was too good to pass up the innuendo. But that quickly was replaced with a more serious tone. "If you think I'm letting a washed-up pirate with a gimpy prosthetic take my ship, then you're sadly mistaken. I've fought AND killed much worse than you. The only way you're getting out of here alive, and that's not even a promise, is if YOU drop YOUR weapons and surrender." He placed his finger on the trigger, but didn't fire. "And the only way you're getting MY ship, is when I'm dead. And I'm sure as fuck I'll still be alive and standing when this is over. The question of the day is WILL YOU?"
"It looks like we've been penetrated by a bunch of seamen." James called out with a slight laugh. He knew the difference between a pirate and a sailor, but it was too good to pass up the innuendo. But that quickly was replaced with a more serious tone. "If you think I'm letting a washed-up pirate with a gimpy prosthetic take my ship, then you're sadly mistaken. I've fought AND killed much worse than you. The only way you're getting out of here alive, and that's not even a promise, is if YOU drop YOUR weapons and surrender." He placed his finger on the trigger, but didn't fire. "And the only way you're getting MY ship, is when I'm dead. And I'm sure as fuck I'll still be alive and standing when this is over. The question of the day is WILL YOU?"
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Mosa scoffed and folded his arms while grinning at James' remark. "If we don't go kick GEHENNA's ass, there won't be any paycheck!", he stated with a light and somewhat joking, but still truthful manner.
Unfortunately, yet another downtime was rudely interrupted as a hole was blown into the ship by the finally returning K2 and his new cavalry. Mosa turned towards the source of the explosion, his posture tense and his head down, his eyes narrowed and all of his large and sharp teeth showing in a highly irritated snarl.
Megahertz shook in her jar as she heard the deafening explosion, and panicked. "N-no, I am most certainly NOT okay! We just survived a moon-wide catastrophe and now a group of pirates are kicking down our doors and-" Megahertz paused, her 'head' swiveling inside the jar. "W-wait. Gelon...turn the jar to the right please...is..is that...K2?" She was further baffled when Byatis went ahead and gave the pirate what some humans would call a 'glomp'. It was....a most bizzare sight.
Mosa, however, was unamused. His eyes tracked the ceiling, spotting a long false panel. He turned towards K2, and raised a finger. "Can you...... give Mosa one second?", Mosa asked simply. In half a second, Mosa's tail launched into the air and pushed back the false panel, and his long, well-toned arms grabbed onto something inside. Something big. Something vermillion. A portable gatling gun; looted from a Diesever Napishtim Gear and modified to be handheld by Mosa himself. The green laser tracking scope glowed brilliantly, as Mosa aimed it towards K2.
"One...second. Mosa and the others just want one....fucking...second." He walked to stand to James' side, and quietly glanced at Gelon and Ophelia's direction, as if inviting them for a chance to defend themselves, before staring back at K2, his seven-foot-tall figure casting a shadow upon the young pirate. "Byatis was right. We got planeted. It was not pleasant. GEHENNA hurt Mosa's feelings. And his friends. And girlfriend. And kitchen."
Pulling at his portable gatling's handles, the adamantium barrels poked under K2's chin. Mosa may not walk that fast, but his hands and eyes were swift enough, and his body large enough, that speed was rarely an issue in an interior location. "Point is, Mosa is pissed. And Mosa rarely gets pissed. Trust me, you don't want to see Mosa angry." His eyes seem to glow with a feral, yet tranquil, orange rage. "So you do what James say, you leave everyone on board this ship alone. You leave my friends alone."
Then, he softened a bit, lifting his chin to replace his snarl with a grin. "Friends with Mosa has great benefits. You may not be friends with one another. It's okay. Mosa don't expect everyone to get along. But you are all Mosa's friends here....or you are Mosa's food."
Mosa pulled back his gatling, and stared face to face with K2, his head looking absolutely enormous next to the shorter man. "So which one are you?"
Unfortunately, yet another downtime was rudely interrupted as a hole was blown into the ship by the finally returning K2 and his new cavalry. Mosa turned towards the source of the explosion, his posture tense and his head down, his eyes narrowed and all of his large and sharp teeth showing in a highly irritated snarl.
Megahertz shook in her jar as she heard the deafening explosion, and panicked. "N-no, I am most certainly NOT okay! We just survived a moon-wide catastrophe and now a group of pirates are kicking down our doors and-" Megahertz paused, her 'head' swiveling inside the jar. "W-wait. Gelon...turn the jar to the right please...is..is that...K2?" She was further baffled when Byatis went ahead and gave the pirate what some humans would call a 'glomp'. It was....a most bizzare sight.
Mosa, however, was unamused. His eyes tracked the ceiling, spotting a long false panel. He turned towards K2, and raised a finger. "Can you...... give Mosa one second?", Mosa asked simply. In half a second, Mosa's tail launched into the air and pushed back the false panel, and his long, well-toned arms grabbed onto something inside. Something big. Something vermillion. A portable gatling gun; looted from a Diesever Napishtim Gear and modified to be handheld by Mosa himself. The green laser tracking scope glowed brilliantly, as Mosa aimed it towards K2.
"One...second. Mosa and the others just want one....fucking...second." He walked to stand to James' side, and quietly glanced at Gelon and Ophelia's direction, as if inviting them for a chance to defend themselves, before staring back at K2, his seven-foot-tall figure casting a shadow upon the young pirate. "Byatis was right. We got planeted. It was not pleasant. GEHENNA hurt Mosa's feelings. And his friends. And girlfriend. And kitchen."
Pulling at his portable gatling's handles, the adamantium barrels poked under K2's chin. Mosa may not walk that fast, but his hands and eyes were swift enough, and his body large enough, that speed was rarely an issue in an interior location. "Point is, Mosa is pissed. And Mosa rarely gets pissed. Trust me, you don't want to see Mosa angry." His eyes seem to glow with a feral, yet tranquil, orange rage. "So you do what James say, you leave everyone on board this ship alone. You leave my friends alone."
Then, he softened a bit, lifting his chin to replace his snarl with a grin. "Friends with Mosa has great benefits. You may not be friends with one another. It's okay. Mosa don't expect everyone to get along. But you are all Mosa's friends here....or you are Mosa's food."
Mosa pulled back his gatling, and stared face to face with K2, his head looking absolutely enormous next to the shorter man. "So which one are you?"
Gelon did as megahertz requested and turned towards K2 "that is keeton alright and he is in trouble" he said to her and got up "Mosa ease up well not that much but still a little" he said and walk up to K2 "you have any idea what you have done? ANY IDEA!?" he said suddenly mad "you! fucked us all over you know cause where are we gonna find the materials to fix the ship and replace the door!?" he said and sit back down in anger "if it were up to me you would get a beating right now from mosa but that is up to him"
Graves grimaced as Gerald and Ryze lifted him from the ground, his eyes tracking the descent of the Federation ship. At the moment he did not believe it mattered to anyone what they were, and if they did care then they could have Graves. Assuming they even knew he was a mobster. He had taken care throughout his career to ensure the secrecy of his identity as the leader of one of the largest criminal organizations in the galaxy. Kyra followed behind the three, carrying the paltry equipment left among the small group.
Advancing with the rest of the survivors up the ramp in a hasty fashion, the mobsters moved to settle themselves in before conducting any type of further action. Eyeing the Federation personnel cautiously, Ryze and Gerald set Graves down in a corner, Kyra placing a cloth behind his head so that he would not have to rest against the bare metal of the wall. Looking towards Gelon, Graves called out, "You have my thanks. You saved my life with no pretext and despite my actions. For that, I am grateful and am in your debt."
With his small words spoken, the explosion ripped through the doors of the ship. The mobsters around Grave turned around swiftly, pointing their weapons in the direction of the door, awaiting for someone to break the stalemate. It appeared when Mosa ripped a massive gun from somewhere in the ceiling and began threatening Gelon with it. Despite that fact, the mobsters continued to eye the rest uneasily. So much for a respite.
Advancing with the rest of the survivors up the ramp in a hasty fashion, the mobsters moved to settle themselves in before conducting any type of further action. Eyeing the Federation personnel cautiously, Ryze and Gerald set Graves down in a corner, Kyra placing a cloth behind his head so that he would not have to rest against the bare metal of the wall. Looking towards Gelon, Graves called out, "You have my thanks. You saved my life with no pretext and despite my actions. For that, I am grateful and am in your debt."
With his small words spoken, the explosion ripped through the doors of the ship. The mobsters around Grave turned around swiftly, pointing their weapons in the direction of the door, awaiting for someone to break the stalemate. It appeared when Mosa ripped a massive gun from somewhere in the ceiling and began threatening Gelon with it. Despite that fact, the mobsters continued to eye the rest uneasily. So much for a respite.
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While he sat uneasily from Byatis staring back at him, Cubey metaphorically jumped, being startled at the sudden squeakier voice of the tentacle hair lady, who he just managed to see why she smelled so differently from a human, as she revealed her odd shining, tentacled, featureless true form, which despite her reassurance there was no need to panic, Cubey began to panic nonetheless, with some hyperventilating to fit. The cubic beastman left it at that however, deciding to avoid saying anything to offend the tentacle lady person, in case the replacement body in question, would suddenly decided to be him.
He also noticed that Mosa was curious about Riley and Ophelia's odd gazes at each-other, where the smaller beastman began to wonder if he should that the larger reptilian one for telling the truth about what happened to his acquaintances.
His attention was snatched away however, at hearing the man apparently called Graves, accepted the needle from Gelon, the man who was earlier trying to kill him for killing his own friend. A fact that left Cubey utterly bewildered on why a good guy would help a bad guy, especially since they had so much hate for each other a few moments ago. Then again, anything could of been put on hold for what just happened to them. And that bad guy in question was pretty badly injured, it was clear to even Cubey's eyes, backed up all the more by the concern on his trio of friends that joined in the bubble, one robotic lady voicing her relief of the ships arrival. Even though he feared Graves, Cubey could feel a little concerned if he was going to pull through, especially since he wasn't too fond on the idea of being trapped in a bubble with a corpse. Well, technically two if you counted Megahertz's recently vacated other body.
Cubey was then startled a little at the sudden removal of a strip of metal that was around their odd little metal dome, being able to the ship outside to which he couldn't help but grin at the sight of.
"They are here to help us! Yaaaaayyyy! We're saved! We're all okay! We're gonna all be okay!", the green beastman kept chanting and babbling as he stared round at the others, though tried his best to avoid Byatis' and Graves' gazes. His own eyes focused on the sudden opening of the hatch in the ship above them however, where a white furred, rodent beastman and a human in some armored military gear emerge from it.
He was about to pint them out to Gelon, but he saw he was busy injecting Graves with that needle of his, as well as oddly offering a tube that popped out of his arm for Megahertz to sit around in for a while, who gratefully accepted it. Cubey decided he didn't need to let him know as he saw the ship too, and there was no mistaking that Mosa saw them, obviously pleased to see them, seeming even more ecstatic than Cubey was, and also seeming to recognize them.
Behind the two strangers, another emerged, this time a blocky, cyan coloured, visor faced synthetic, with hissing joint and bright lights from random parts of his body, casually making his way down the ramp, nodding towards Mosa, who nodded back in turn. Looks like they knew each-other as well.
The cyan synthetic then urged the survivors to clamber aboard, which Cubey didn't need much convincing of, as he quickly floated himself over to the ship, before shouting down at the rest; "Come one everyone, all aboard! I bet it's safe on here, the big crocodile man is friends with them so their not bad guys! Probably!", before landing shakily into the ship, watching the rest in relief of them wandering inside of the ship too, having his antennas sniff the place out to check none of the survivors got left behind, where he discovered there was another human aboard the ship, most likely the one piloting it.
As the ramp closed up behind them, Cubey couldn't help but nod in agreement to Preston's words, adding; "Home sounds lovely now.", before hearing Gelon speak up, demanding to explore the still functioning remaining wrecked piece of the ship they arrived in, before reluctantly agreeing with; "He's right, we need to check if there's still people here. We just have to. No one gets left behind.", he murmured at the pilot and co pilot nervously, before seeing Gelon check on Megahertz in the arm tube thing. It kinda made Cubey feel weird having seen her turn into something else entirely. Then the pilot himself got out of his seat, giving Cubey a mini heart attack before he realized the ship was flying by itself. Thank goodness for technology. James then asked what the hell happened on Nekrim, to which Cubey could only look down at his feet solemnly, half not wanting to talk about it, and half not having as much as the others to say thanks to passing out earlier, his eyes with a thousand yard stare and a heavy frown forming on his face as his lip began to quiver again.
Before he could say anything or begin sobbing again, there was sudden explosion at the ships entrance, which left Cubey to scream and run behind some survivors as Megahertz began panicking, peering past the fellow recently rescued folks fearfully to be met with the sight of four pirates storming in, demanding fire arms to be placed down now, before their leader wearing a bandanna and goggles moved them away to reveal he was in fact, Keeton, much to Cubeys and everyone else's surprise. He certainly didn't look the same, with his left arm and mechanical eye now replaced, as well as new tattoo on his neck, leaving Cubey to stare at him wide eyed in utter befuddlement as he too asked what happened. The green beastman couldn't fathom on how on earth Keeton managed to change so quickly after he last saw him. He looked towards Riley for help and heard Meghertz's confusion, but was then distracted by Byatis suddenly running over to him and hugging the fellow and explaining GEHENNA's attack.
James certainly wasn't happy about what had just happened, obviously furious at the pirates for invading his ship, demanding that they should lower their weapons, aiming a rifle of his own at Keeton. Mosa definitely shared his anger, as he took a gatling gun out of the ceiling causing extra utter befuddlement to Cubey at what was going on, continuing to stand dumbfounded at Mosa's speech, deciding against opening his mouth at the moment. He felt touched however that Mosa called them all his friend, well, apart from implying they would be food otherwise. Gelon then told Mosa to calm down, only for him to shout at Keeton himself, leaving Cubey even more puzzled. He was weird sometimes. He also seemed to be worried on what they could use to fix the door.
"Ummmm Gelon, we could got to the ship over there, ummm well part of it anyways. They might not want a door or two. I don't know though. Plus we should got look for people to see if there's anyone still alive and help them. Maybe Tep and that robot lady in Ozma's house are still alive! I don't think so though.", Cubey babbled nervously, his eyes having the habit of keep shifting to Graves and his henchmen, as well as Byatis, and back Keeton and his cronies.
"Please no more killing. Too much killing today. No more now. Killing gone bye bye for today.", the mutant man-child added on weakly, seeming to have little hope in the matter being even listened to as he went back to flicking his eyes about.
He also noticed that Mosa was curious about Riley and Ophelia's odd gazes at each-other, where the smaller beastman began to wonder if he should that the larger reptilian one for telling the truth about what happened to his acquaintances.
His attention was snatched away however, at hearing the man apparently called Graves, accepted the needle from Gelon, the man who was earlier trying to kill him for killing his own friend. A fact that left Cubey utterly bewildered on why a good guy would help a bad guy, especially since they had so much hate for each other a few moments ago. Then again, anything could of been put on hold for what just happened to them. And that bad guy in question was pretty badly injured, it was clear to even Cubey's eyes, backed up all the more by the concern on his trio of friends that joined in the bubble, one robotic lady voicing her relief of the ships arrival. Even though he feared Graves, Cubey could feel a little concerned if he was going to pull through, especially since he wasn't too fond on the idea of being trapped in a bubble with a corpse. Well, technically two if you counted Megahertz's recently vacated other body.
Cubey was then startled a little at the sudden removal of a strip of metal that was around their odd little metal dome, being able to the ship outside to which he couldn't help but grin at the sight of.
"They are here to help us! Yaaaaayyyy! We're saved! We're all okay! We're gonna all be okay!", the green beastman kept chanting and babbling as he stared round at the others, though tried his best to avoid Byatis' and Graves' gazes. His own eyes focused on the sudden opening of the hatch in the ship above them however, where a white furred, rodent beastman and a human in some armored military gear emerge from it.
He was about to pint them out to Gelon, but he saw he was busy injecting Graves with that needle of his, as well as oddly offering a tube that popped out of his arm for Megahertz to sit around in for a while, who gratefully accepted it. Cubey decided he didn't need to let him know as he saw the ship too, and there was no mistaking that Mosa saw them, obviously pleased to see them, seeming even more ecstatic than Cubey was, and also seeming to recognize them.
Behind the two strangers, another emerged, this time a blocky, cyan coloured, visor faced synthetic, with hissing joint and bright lights from random parts of his body, casually making his way down the ramp, nodding towards Mosa, who nodded back in turn. Looks like they knew each-other as well.
The cyan synthetic then urged the survivors to clamber aboard, which Cubey didn't need much convincing of, as he quickly floated himself over to the ship, before shouting down at the rest; "Come one everyone, all aboard! I bet it's safe on here, the big crocodile man is friends with them so their not bad guys! Probably!", before landing shakily into the ship, watching the rest in relief of them wandering inside of the ship too, having his antennas sniff the place out to check none of the survivors got left behind, where he discovered there was another human aboard the ship, most likely the one piloting it.
As the ramp closed up behind them, Cubey couldn't help but nod in agreement to Preston's words, adding; "Home sounds lovely now.", before hearing Gelon speak up, demanding to explore the still functioning remaining wrecked piece of the ship they arrived in, before reluctantly agreeing with; "He's right, we need to check if there's still people here. We just have to. No one gets left behind.", he murmured at the pilot and co pilot nervously, before seeing Gelon check on Megahertz in the arm tube thing. It kinda made Cubey feel weird having seen her turn into something else entirely. Then the pilot himself got out of his seat, giving Cubey a mini heart attack before he realized the ship was flying by itself. Thank goodness for technology. James then asked what the hell happened on Nekrim, to which Cubey could only look down at his feet solemnly, half not wanting to talk about it, and half not having as much as the others to say thanks to passing out earlier, his eyes with a thousand yard stare and a heavy frown forming on his face as his lip began to quiver again.
Before he could say anything or begin sobbing again, there was sudden explosion at the ships entrance, which left Cubey to scream and run behind some survivors as Megahertz began panicking, peering past the fellow recently rescued folks fearfully to be met with the sight of four pirates storming in, demanding fire arms to be placed down now, before their leader wearing a bandanna and goggles moved them away to reveal he was in fact, Keeton, much to Cubeys and everyone else's surprise. He certainly didn't look the same, with his left arm and mechanical eye now replaced, as well as new tattoo on his neck, leaving Cubey to stare at him wide eyed in utter befuddlement as he too asked what happened. The green beastman couldn't fathom on how on earth Keeton managed to change so quickly after he last saw him. He looked towards Riley for help and heard Meghertz's confusion, but was then distracted by Byatis suddenly running over to him and hugging the fellow and explaining GEHENNA's attack.
James certainly wasn't happy about what had just happened, obviously furious at the pirates for invading his ship, demanding that they should lower their weapons, aiming a rifle of his own at Keeton. Mosa definitely shared his anger, as he took a gatling gun out of the ceiling causing extra utter befuddlement to Cubey at what was going on, continuing to stand dumbfounded at Mosa's speech, deciding against opening his mouth at the moment. He felt touched however that Mosa called them all his friend, well, apart from implying they would be food otherwise. Gelon then told Mosa to calm down, only for him to shout at Keeton himself, leaving Cubey even more puzzled. He was weird sometimes. He also seemed to be worried on what they could use to fix the door.
"Ummmm Gelon, we could got to the ship over there, ummm well part of it anyways. They might not want a door or two. I don't know though. Plus we should got look for people to see if there's anyone still alive and help them. Maybe Tep and that robot lady in Ozma's house are still alive! I don't think so though.", Cubey babbled nervously, his eyes having the habit of keep shifting to Graves and his henchmen, as well as Byatis, and back Keeton and his cronies.
"Please no more killing. Too much killing today. No more now. Killing gone bye bye for today.", the mutant man-child added on weakly, seeming to have little hope in the matter being even listened to as he went back to flicking his eyes about.
Keeton didnt move a muscle when Byatis embraced him, still aiming down the sights right at Jame's head. The real question was how had he not died already. The Illeyrian with the fucked up mutated arm she controlled metal, his gun, bullets, and even his new arm was made of such substance.
Keeton decided he liked some of the people on the ship Riley in particular, so he decided to spare them the gunfight. He whistled to his mates, and all four of the pirates lowered their weapons. He fastened the skull bandana on his head once again, as he listened to James drone on about some bullshit about him being able to kill the four. The only reply that Keeton mustered throughout the entire thing was a muffled chuckle when James mentioned something about killing worst then him.
"I think you should be glad that I lowered my weapons, I'll be damned if you think I am going to surrender them to the likes of you." Keeton said with an unrevealed smirk on his face.
The three men behind Keeton raise their pistols quickly as Mosa pulls out a mini gun. "OI! I said no guns!" Keeton shouts to his men. Carefully each one lowers their weapon with all three of them in proximity of the trigger. Mosa approaches Keeton towering above him. "Listen lizard breath I am not your friend, nor do I want to be your friend. However I would say I have "friends" in the same ship we are all standing in. Three of which just attempted to kill you if it was not for me."
The whole fuck you pirate act was getting old, especially when it came a third time from Gelon. At this point Keeton was thinking about killing all of them, but Cubey, who started to burst out whining that too many had died today. Keeton looked around the room one last time. Faces of the strong, the survivors, and Cubey. Keeton took a deep breath and laid his finger on the trigger he had made his decision.
"Holy shit, you made a huge fucking mess didn't you." Beatrice springs into action with her plasma blades killing all three of the pirates. Keeton turns around just in time to see Beatrice holding her signature hand cannon to his head. He quickly drops both of his weapons. Beatrice rips the bandana from off his face. "My my Keeton, you have changed quite a bit since we last saw each other." Looking into Beatrice's soulless eyes, Keeton spits in her face. "Bitch that is not my na-" Beatrice hits him with the end of her pistol and sends him straight to the floor.
"I don't believe you all have had the honor of meeting me formally, I am Beatrice Schwartz, and you all are what is left to kill GEHENNA. On behalf of Drakov industries I thank you for not dying."
Keeton decided he liked some of the people on the ship Riley in particular, so he decided to spare them the gunfight. He whistled to his mates, and all four of the pirates lowered their weapons. He fastened the skull bandana on his head once again, as he listened to James drone on about some bullshit about him being able to kill the four. The only reply that Keeton mustered throughout the entire thing was a muffled chuckle when James mentioned something about killing worst then him.
"I think you should be glad that I lowered my weapons, I'll be damned if you think I am going to surrender them to the likes of you." Keeton said with an unrevealed smirk on his face.
The three men behind Keeton raise their pistols quickly as Mosa pulls out a mini gun. "OI! I said no guns!" Keeton shouts to his men. Carefully each one lowers their weapon with all three of them in proximity of the trigger. Mosa approaches Keeton towering above him. "Listen lizard breath I am not your friend, nor do I want to be your friend. However I would say I have "friends" in the same ship we are all standing in. Three of which just attempted to kill you if it was not for me."
The whole fuck you pirate act was getting old, especially when it came a third time from Gelon. At this point Keeton was thinking about killing all of them, but Cubey, who started to burst out whining that too many had died today. Keeton looked around the room one last time. Faces of the strong, the survivors, and Cubey. Keeton took a deep breath and laid his finger on the trigger he had made his decision.
"Holy shit, you made a huge fucking mess didn't you." Beatrice springs into action with her plasma blades killing all three of the pirates. Keeton turns around just in time to see Beatrice holding her signature hand cannon to his head. He quickly drops both of his weapons. Beatrice rips the bandana from off his face. "My my Keeton, you have changed quite a bit since we last saw each other." Looking into Beatrice's soulless eyes, Keeton spits in her face. "Bitch that is not my na-" Beatrice hits him with the end of her pistol and sends him straight to the floor.
"I don't believe you all have had the honor of meeting me formally, I am Beatrice Schwartz, and you all are what is left to kill GEHENNA. On behalf of Drakov industries I thank you for not dying."
Gelon left the room as Beatrice had taken care of their little problem, as he left the room he grabbed the nanobots fabricator from his back pack "megahertz can I ask you a favor? It's helping me inject myself or inject me if I go into shock, if you at least can do that in your current state" he asked her and sit down in the cargo bay not wanting to disturb anyone if he went into shock and he didn't doubt about being found by their saviors "if you can't, well let's hope that the fabricator is done before I do"
The setting changes from Nekrim to Stratevaria Galaxy
James drowned out Keeton's rabble and and shook his head smiling as he watched Beatrice kill what was supposed to be Keeton's group and sent him to the floor in a flash. Lightly lowering his gun, he looked around at everyone and then at Beatrice. "You're welcome?" He then looked at the hole in his ship and shrugged his shoulders slightly. "So now that's over with, how about we fix my ship and get on with actually killing Gehenna? We've wasted enough time already dealing with Mr. Blackbeard and his dead crew and I'd rather not have Gehenna come back and kill us all in here."
The setting changes from Stratevaria Galaxy to Nekrim
Mosa didn't move a muscle as K2's friends pointed their weapons at him, though he gave out a deep snarl when K2 flat out refused his offer for peace. Despite this, he didn't do anything, glancing at Cubey's direction instead, and slowly calming down. The manchild softened Mosa back greatly, and he stepped back from K2. Just then, Beatrice arrived and figuratively dropped a bridge on all of K2's friends. Mosa blinked twice at how quickly it occurred. His head followed as Beatrice cannon-whipped K2 and ruined his dramatic entrance. Finding it oddly and darkly funny in a way, Mosa decided to snark a bit. "..Guess you run out of friends now."
Mosa then looked at Beatrice as she introduced herself formally. Mosa placed his hands on his hips, and nodded. "Mosa's name is Mosa! Pleased to meet you. Don't mind the whole on the ship."
Megahertz stared at Gelon inside her tank with concern. Feeling bad, she took a while to formulate a response. "...Ummm...Gelon, I am so sorry, but..I am all....tentacles...right now.", she raised two of her tentacles, each of them less than 0.1 centimeters wide. "I don't know how much good I would do..."
Mosa turned and gave a thumbs up to James, grinning and baring his oversized teeth. "Mosa can't agree more. Megido is a long way." He stared at Beatrice, and tilted his head. "..Maybe you can help out? We need to fix hole blackbeard just made...."
They would have to find a way to shield the ship against Megido's deadly atmosphere, as well. The Realta Nua was installed with state of the art technology for that purpose....but most of it was already underwater.
Mosa spun and walked over to a terminal on the wall, stuffing his oversized gatling gun back to its hidden compartment in the ceiling along the way, before pressing some buttons. "We gonna need extra hands patching everything up and getting ship ready to go too! Who here can and be willing to help?"
Mosa then looked at Beatrice as she introduced herself formally. Mosa placed his hands on his hips, and nodded. "Mosa's name is Mosa! Pleased to meet you. Don't mind the whole on the ship."
Megahertz stared at Gelon inside her tank with concern. Feeling bad, she took a while to formulate a response. "...Ummm...Gelon, I am so sorry, but..I am all....tentacles...right now.", she raised two of her tentacles, each of them less than 0.1 centimeters wide. "I don't know how much good I would do..."
Mosa turned and gave a thumbs up to James, grinning and baring his oversized teeth. "Mosa can't agree more. Megido is a long way." He stared at Beatrice, and tilted his head. "..Maybe you can help out? We need to fix hole blackbeard just made...."
They would have to find a way to shield the ship against Megido's deadly atmosphere, as well. The Realta Nua was installed with state of the art technology for that purpose....but most of it was already underwater.
Mosa spun and walked over to a terminal on the wall, stuffing his oversized gatling gun back to its hidden compartment in the ceiling along the way, before pressing some buttons. "We gonna need extra hands patching everything up and getting ship ready to go too! Who here can and be willing to help?"
Gelon nods "okay I can understand that but I can give you control over my robotic arm, it might be a bit clunky at first but it shouldn't be very different then you...controlling a body, sorry if that sounded rude" he said obviously weakening from the delayed nanobot shot. As they got in the hangar Gelon grabbed his nanobot fabricator and energy converter from his backpack and set it up then put the needle he used on graves in the machine, I immediately show a time it would take to finish about 25 minutes, just a large enough window for him to inject himself "5 minutes left before I'm too late, seems like you ate lucky megahertz" he said then sit down with a sigh
Ophelia kept on her annoyed sneer as more things just happened all at once. Suddenly that Beatrice woman came out of nowhere. She had a habit of doing that. Ophelia took note. She scoffed under her breath and stood up. "One moment." She said through her teeth and headed towards the hull breach, unflinching, not looking at anyone directly. Riley let go of her arm once she realized who she had clung to. She sat in silence. Only two things in her mind. One, surprised Ophelia hasn't done anything to her yet, and two, disappointed in K2. She remembered him telling her he was a pirate but she still thought he was a nice guy. Not anymore apparently. Upon hearing Beatrice's voice, she tensed up again. Just the sound of her cocky attitude made Riley uneasy, so she kept to herself.
Ophelia, now standing in front of the hull breach held out her untainted arm and the metal around the breach twisted and warped until it was once again, sealed off. It was thinner than the rest of the hull but it would have to do for now. Quietly she walked off on her own somewhere into the ship.
Byatis was cackling at how K2 went down so fast after his swashbuckling entrance. He was practically rolling on the floor. "Ahahhaha! Sucks for him!" Byatis playfully sat up like a dog and listened in on everyone's conversations.
Ophelia, now standing in front of the hull breach held out her untainted arm and the metal around the breach twisted and warped until it was once again, sealed off. It was thinner than the rest of the hull but it would have to do for now. Quietly she walked off on her own somewhere into the ship.
Byatis was cackling at how K2 went down so fast after his swashbuckling entrance. He was practically rolling on the floor. "Ahahhaha! Sucks for him!" Byatis playfully sat up like a dog and listened in on everyone's conversations.
The setting changes from Nekrim to Stratevaria Galaxy
Beatrice scours the ship for something to bind Keeton's hands. She ties the pirate up while he is still unconscious and kicks him in the stomach to wake him up. "Keeton, get up. It seems you have lost track of reality. These men would have killed you for what you were about to do. I don't fucking care what happened in the month that you were in prison. Jesus fucking christ look at your arm! It looks like even the Federation will do anything to get their hands on captain sullivan's treasure."
Keeton is kicked awake by the demon bitch herself Beatrice. Her words as insulting as they were, pretty accurate. Keeton had definatly changed from his visit. His second day there the guards payed off a group of guys to start a fight. It only got better after he was taken into solitary confinement and tortured, eventually they had to amputate the arm because it was rotting from all the drugs they had injected into him. The progression of the dead planet falling was a slow process. The inmates used this to their advantage. By this time Keeton was released from solitary confinement, and formed an alliance with all of the opposing gangs. Keeton was the front man for the revolt, and when it came down to it he killed everyone but his own men.
He starts to gasp for air looking around the room blurry eyed. Keeton locks eyes with Riley, dissapointment is all he can see.
He had only survived on the thoughts of his friends Byatis, Clockwork, megahertz, sentinel, Riley and Ciril. The more time he spent in that hell the less he strived to remember the ones closest to him. Eventually Keeton had given up all hope that he would see any of them again.
A tear ran down his face as he looked at Riley. He felt ashamed, for once in his life Keeton hated who he was and what he now stood for. However the realization changed nothing, his optimism and joy had been replaced with malice and revenge. Keeton was a brand new man, but one thing was still the same, the pink haired Illeyrian still made his heart skip a beat.
"I have a drive that will get us to Medigo I can take half of you on what's left of the NUA, not you." Beatrice says pointing to both Graves and Keeton. "Those brats are your problem James. I'll be back with the components to upgrade this excuse for a vessel, hold tight till then." Beatrice exits the ship as Opehlia seals the hole behind her.
"Byatis, did clockwork did he Uh..." Keeton swallows the lump in his throat trying to hold back his emotions. "Never mind, I think I already know the answer. Its Uh good to see you again."
Keeton is kicked awake by the demon bitch herself Beatrice. Her words as insulting as they were, pretty accurate. Keeton had definatly changed from his visit. His second day there the guards payed off a group of guys to start a fight. It only got better after he was taken into solitary confinement and tortured, eventually they had to amputate the arm because it was rotting from all the drugs they had injected into him. The progression of the dead planet falling was a slow process. The inmates used this to their advantage. By this time Keeton was released from solitary confinement, and formed an alliance with all of the opposing gangs. Keeton was the front man for the revolt, and when it came down to it he killed everyone but his own men.
He starts to gasp for air looking around the room blurry eyed. Keeton locks eyes with Riley, dissapointment is all he can see.
He had only survived on the thoughts of his friends Byatis, Clockwork, megahertz, sentinel, Riley and Ciril. The more time he spent in that hell the less he strived to remember the ones closest to him. Eventually Keeton had given up all hope that he would see any of them again.
A tear ran down his face as he looked at Riley. He felt ashamed, for once in his life Keeton hated who he was and what he now stood for. However the realization changed nothing, his optimism and joy had been replaced with malice and revenge. Keeton was a brand new man, but one thing was still the same, the pink haired Illeyrian still made his heart skip a beat.
"I have a drive that will get us to Medigo I can take half of you on what's left of the NUA, not you." Beatrice says pointing to both Graves and Keeton. "Those brats are your problem James. I'll be back with the components to upgrade this excuse for a vessel, hold tight till then." Beatrice exits the ship as Opehlia seals the hole behind her.
"Byatis, did clockwork did he Uh..." Keeton swallows the lump in his throat trying to hold back his emotions. "Never mind, I think I already know the answer. Its Uh good to see you again."
The setting changes from Stratevaria Galaxy to Nekrim
After a few tense seconds, Cubey sighed in relief as Keeton whistled for his companions to lower their weapons, seeming relax himself at least a small change in the criminals that were boarding them, but the even more cybernetically enhanced pirate still didn't speak any more friendly to James, as he tied on his head band. Much to to Cubey's disappointment and worry, there was more hostility as the three goons raised there weapons at Mosa and his chaingun, while Keeton had some more harsh words in store, Mosa snarling in turn, but seemed to back off a bit after Cubey's rant.
Before thing could go even further, no doubt with plenty of laser fire involved, Beatrice suddenly leaped aboard and almost instantly slayed the three underlings of Keeton as soon as she appeared with her plasma blades, causing Cubey to scream as she aimed her hand cannon at Keetons head, who after they both had a less than polite exchange of words, was struck to the floor. Beatrice then gave a short introduction to the survivors, as well as announcing they were the ones chosen to take down GEHENNA. Once again with the familiar feeling of being dumbstruck, Cubey looked for Gelon for help, but it seemed he left the room shortly after Beatrice killed the three pirates, which probably also meant Megahertz did too, due to being stuck in a tube on his arm.
He saw James was just as puzzled as he was, but recovered quickly as he asked if anyone could fix the hole in his ship and seemed to be readily on-board with the idea of eliminating GEHENNA, as Mosa mocked Keeton's allies' sudden death to their boss. The colossal reptile beastman joined in the conversation between the Drakov industries representative and the ship's captain, introducing himself loudly and cheerfully to Beatrice, before agreeing on fixing the hole quickly asking if anyone wanted to lend a hand as he returned his gatling gun in it's place, while Byatis laughed at the deceased comrades of Keeton.
Beatrice suddenly then tied Keetons hands before kicking him in the stomach, which made Cubey wince, before throwing some more harsh words at him, where Cubey just realized something didn't add up.
Did she just say that the pirate was in prison for a month? But it hadn't even really been a day since he was taken away by the federation, and somehow he changed into this much meaner and more cybernetic version of himself. Beatrice also said something about treasure and the federation being the ones who hurt him, which made Cubey all the more confused, since the federation were supposed to be good guys right? What had happened to that pirate and where was he? Cubey could only wonder as he saw Keeton stare over at Riley miserably as a single tear fell down his face. His train of thought came to a halt as Beatrice announced she had some kind of drive thingy for James to use on his ship, and that she would fly most of the survivors aboard what was still left an functioning of the Realta Nua, though not without insisting that Graves and Keeton travel in James' ship, and announcing she was going to start on some upgrades for said ship.
A sudden wash of feeling left out suddenly came over Cubey, deciding to give his own voice to the situation.
"I'll help with the fixing! I just don't know anything about repairing ships or large holes in things or repairing anything at all! But I can make things float and stuff!", Cubey cried out suddenly with some amount of cheer, though still looked rather miserably and fearfully at the corpses of Keeton's fallen companions. He then watched as Ophellia walked over to the often mentioned elephant in the room, or hole in the room to be more accurate with confusion as he looked over to Riley, who seemed just as befuddled and uneasy as he was, though it seemed not just at Ophellia. His confusion switched to amazement as Ophelia suddenly crumpled the ships metal to seal of the hole entirely, that Beatrice quickly leaped out of just before it closed.
"Never-mind, the scary lady mixed it!", Cubey shouted out, before clapping and adding; "Good work Ophellia! You have cool powers!"
Cubey's attention to spectacle was diverted when he saw Keeton ask about someone called Clockwork, undoubtedly another victim in the terrible catastrophe brought on by GEHENNA, unless he was one of the survivors aboard Beatrice's ship, if there was any. Cubey really hoped so, and some hope would be nice right now. He tottered over to Rilely for a second with that though still in his mind before asking quietly. "Ummmm Rilely right? Do you have a pen I can borrow? Pretty please?", before looking at his feet nervously and reaching in his pocket for the fruit carton that Deunan signed.
Before thing could go even further, no doubt with plenty of laser fire involved, Beatrice suddenly leaped aboard and almost instantly slayed the three underlings of Keeton as soon as she appeared with her plasma blades, causing Cubey to scream as she aimed her hand cannon at Keetons head, who after they both had a less than polite exchange of words, was struck to the floor. Beatrice then gave a short introduction to the survivors, as well as announcing they were the ones chosen to take down GEHENNA. Once again with the familiar feeling of being dumbstruck, Cubey looked for Gelon for help, but it seemed he left the room shortly after Beatrice killed the three pirates, which probably also meant Megahertz did too, due to being stuck in a tube on his arm.
He saw James was just as puzzled as he was, but recovered quickly as he asked if anyone could fix the hole in his ship and seemed to be readily on-board with the idea of eliminating GEHENNA, as Mosa mocked Keeton's allies' sudden death to their boss. The colossal reptile beastman joined in the conversation between the Drakov industries representative and the ship's captain, introducing himself loudly and cheerfully to Beatrice, before agreeing on fixing the hole quickly asking if anyone wanted to lend a hand as he returned his gatling gun in it's place, while Byatis laughed at the deceased comrades of Keeton.
Beatrice suddenly then tied Keetons hands before kicking him in the stomach, which made Cubey wince, before throwing some more harsh words at him, where Cubey just realized something didn't add up.
Did she just say that the pirate was in prison for a month? But it hadn't even really been a day since he was taken away by the federation, and somehow he changed into this much meaner and more cybernetic version of himself. Beatrice also said something about treasure and the federation being the ones who hurt him, which made Cubey all the more confused, since the federation were supposed to be good guys right? What had happened to that pirate and where was he? Cubey could only wonder as he saw Keeton stare over at Riley miserably as a single tear fell down his face. His train of thought came to a halt as Beatrice announced she had some kind of drive thingy for James to use on his ship, and that she would fly most of the survivors aboard what was still left an functioning of the Realta Nua, though not without insisting that Graves and Keeton travel in James' ship, and announcing she was going to start on some upgrades for said ship.
A sudden wash of feeling left out suddenly came over Cubey, deciding to give his own voice to the situation.
"I'll help with the fixing! I just don't know anything about repairing ships or large holes in things or repairing anything at all! But I can make things float and stuff!", Cubey cried out suddenly with some amount of cheer, though still looked rather miserably and fearfully at the corpses of Keeton's fallen companions. He then watched as Ophellia walked over to the often mentioned elephant in the room, or hole in the room to be more accurate with confusion as he looked over to Riley, who seemed just as befuddled and uneasy as he was, though it seemed not just at Ophellia. His confusion switched to amazement as Ophelia suddenly crumpled the ships metal to seal of the hole entirely, that Beatrice quickly leaped out of just before it closed.
"Never-mind, the scary lady mixed it!", Cubey shouted out, before clapping and adding; "Good work Ophellia! You have cool powers!"
Cubey's attention to spectacle was diverted when he saw Keeton ask about someone called Clockwork, undoubtedly another victim in the terrible catastrophe brought on by GEHENNA, unless he was one of the survivors aboard Beatrice's ship, if there was any. Cubey really hoped so, and some hope would be nice right now. He tottered over to Rilely for a second with that though still in his mind before asking quietly. "Ummmm Rilely right? Do you have a pen I can borrow? Pretty please?", before looking at his feet nervously and reaching in his pocket for the fruit carton that Deunan signed.
The setting changes from Nekrim to Stratevaria Galaxy
(Sorry guys, I'm going to fast-track some scenes so we can get to the climax, since we've lingered on this scene for far too long. Feel free to add scenes of character development though, we have yet to pass the point of no return.)
Megahertz sighed with relief as she watched Gelon inject himself with the nanobots, just in time, apparently. "Well, I'm glad to hear that.", she said uncertainly, wondering if Gelon would even survive the final battle with that body of his. She pondered for a while, then slowly spoke, "....You..mentioned giving me control over your robot arm. Um. I feel bad about asking this since I couldn't help you just now, but...." She looked around in her tube, noticing the abundance of scrap metal around them. "...Can you, like, help me build a new body?" She never really tried a mechanical body before, but after witnessing GEHENNA's attack, and all the bodies left behind....it didn't feel right. Most Ishkavi did not really care for such a thing, but most Ishkavi aren't members of a ragtag bunch of misfits trying to take down an intergalactic warlord. Most Ishkavi stayed at their ivory towers, doing whatever it is they do to keep Nebulon up and running, keeping the lights on in the city that never sleeps.
Mosa quietly watched as Ophelia fixed the hole on the ship, smiling with approval. They would still have to reinforce that wall, especially considering where they were going, but all in good time. When Beatrice came with the Black Drive to help them get to Megido, Mosa proceeded to use it to replace their old hyperdrive. Bolts unscrewed, metal platings detached, engines reassembled. A few hours soon passed, and they were now ready to head to Megido.
Nekrim. Once a paradise for family and friends, now a graveyard for the lost and the damned. The skies were dark, gray, and rainy as the Iron Shadow departed the planet, their engines burning a determined azure. Mosa took a deeo breath in the cockpit, and he punched the button for hyperdrive, allowing the Iron Shadow to blaze the trail through the stars. With the speed of light, they will fight this evil. Some for a better tomorrow. Some to search a purpose in their lives. Some because they simply wanted to. Others, for a simple, basic, yet classical motivation:
To Avenge.
Megahertz sighed with relief as she watched Gelon inject himself with the nanobots, just in time, apparently. "Well, I'm glad to hear that.", she said uncertainly, wondering if Gelon would even survive the final battle with that body of his. She pondered for a while, then slowly spoke, "....You..mentioned giving me control over your robot arm. Um. I feel bad about asking this since I couldn't help you just now, but...." She looked around in her tube, noticing the abundance of scrap metal around them. "...Can you, like, help me build a new body?" She never really tried a mechanical body before, but after witnessing GEHENNA's attack, and all the bodies left behind....it didn't feel right. Most Ishkavi did not really care for such a thing, but most Ishkavi aren't members of a ragtag bunch of misfits trying to take down an intergalactic warlord. Most Ishkavi stayed at their ivory towers, doing whatever it is they do to keep Nebulon up and running, keeping the lights on in the city that never sleeps.
Mosa quietly watched as Ophelia fixed the hole on the ship, smiling with approval. They would still have to reinforce that wall, especially considering where they were going, but all in good time. When Beatrice came with the Black Drive to help them get to Megido, Mosa proceeded to use it to replace their old hyperdrive. Bolts unscrewed, metal platings detached, engines reassembled. A few hours soon passed, and they were now ready to head to Megido.
Nekrim. Once a paradise for family and friends, now a graveyard for the lost and the damned. The skies were dark, gray, and rainy as the Iron Shadow departed the planet, their engines burning a determined azure. Mosa took a deeo breath in the cockpit, and he punched the button for hyperdrive, allowing the Iron Shadow to blaze the trail through the stars. With the speed of light, they will fight this evil. Some for a better tomorrow. Some to search a purpose in their lives. Some because they simply wanted to. Others, for a simple, basic, yet classical motivation:
To Avenge.
FINAL CHAPTER: AVENGER
In the blink of an eye, The Iron Shadow, and what's left of the Realta Nua, traveled through the space between spaces, and reached the edge of the Stratevarian rim. Megido was still far away, yet close enough that they could feel something simply....wrong in the air. Whispers in the darkest corners of space, whispers of regrets, losses, defeat. There is darkness in this part of the galaxy. Darkness older than Stratevaria itself, darkness lingering on the borders between worlds.
In the cockpit, Mosa leaned back on his seat, and took a deep breath. He glanced at the ceiling, and pressed the public announcement button.
"Good morning, comrades of the Iron Shadow. This is Mosa speaking, we will be arriving....there....in a few hours. If there's anything any of you want to say to each other....say it now. There may not be time later." Even Mosa, usually of high spirits and energy, slowly filled with uncertainty, as they approached Megido more and more. The end is nigh. But whose end - GEHENNA's...or theirs?
In the blink of an eye, The Iron Shadow, and what's left of the Realta Nua, traveled through the space between spaces, and reached the edge of the Stratevarian rim. Megido was still far away, yet close enough that they could feel something simply....wrong in the air. Whispers in the darkest corners of space, whispers of regrets, losses, defeat. There is darkness in this part of the galaxy. Darkness older than Stratevaria itself, darkness lingering on the borders between worlds.
In the cockpit, Mosa leaned back on his seat, and took a deep breath. He glanced at the ceiling, and pressed the public announcement button.
"Good morning, comrades of the Iron Shadow. This is Mosa speaking, we will be arriving....there....in a few hours. If there's anything any of you want to say to each other....say it now. There may not be time later." Even Mosa, usually of high spirits and energy, slowly filled with uncertainty, as they approached Megido more and more. The end is nigh. But whose end - GEHENNA's...or theirs?
Gelon nodded and light a sigaret "no problem megahertz" he said and sit back waiting for the new nanobots to kick in while listening to megahertz request "sure! but i can make it stronger then the metal here" he said and got the device which he used to build his arm again "my arm is now build of an plastic that originates from metal, so there is metal in my arm but at the same time not" he said and held is robotic hand open and a ball of non-newtonian liquid metal started to form above his palm about the size of a polo ball "you see and i can make the same for you if you want" he offered her
(for the ones who know what non newtonian liquids are good for you, for the ones who don't watch this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2mYHGn_Pd5M)
(for the ones who know what non newtonian liquids are good for you, for the ones who don't watch this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2mYHGn_Pd5M)
Megahertz looked on, pressing her jellyfish-like body to the glass with excitement. "Wow!! Gelon, that's amazing! You made that yourself?"
Suddenly, they hear a loud, rambling sound, rapidly approaching....
"Wait....did you hear that....?"
A bright light flashed outside the ship, red as blood and bright as sun. Mosa shielded his eyes instinctively at the cockpit, yelling out in pain and shock. "NO!!!!!"
A sudden crash. A lightning-fast crush. A massive, hundred-meter long, techno-organic sword struck the ship, running through Mosa with its first hit and tearing the massive beastman apart in less than a second. The sword sliced through the Iron Shadow mercilessly, exposing its crew to the cold, dead, vacuum of space. Alarms blare. Oxygen supplies break. the Iron Shadow split in half, with both pieces drifting apart from each other. Megahertz's tank broke. She clung on to life, but in just 13 seconds, she choked to death and withered.
The sheer impact of the tyrant sword left most of the crew to black out for a brief moment. When they recovered, those who did not die instantly from oxygen deprivation, could look up...and see the Stratevarian sun, shining dimly far, far away. It seemed so far, now....
.......The stars seem to dim with every second. And then they spun, revealing themselves not to be stars, but in fact swords - hundreds of thousands of purple swords, hovering in the air. Each of them smaller versions of the tyrant sword which ravaged the Iron Shadow. Each of them aimed towards every surviving member of the crew on board.
And then, they could hear it...a soft, contemptous voice. Reverberating inside their minds. GEHENNA's.
"Face your ends with dignity."
The millions of swords above them spun, and descended.
Soon, another star was extinguished in the limitless skies. GEHENNA had won once again.
-THE END-
(Hey guys. I decided, that I'm not going to wait any more. You've been good players, especially for the first and second chapters, and I thank you for that. But in hindsight, I realized that I planned this RP poorly. I would rather end on a much happier note, but I've grown sick of this RP. And I'm almost sure most of you are. If not sick, at least aloof and apathetic. I don't want this to be a burden. Not to you, not to me. So if you don't mind, I'm going to torch this franchise and run.)
Suddenly, they hear a loud, rambling sound, rapidly approaching....
"Wait....did you hear that....?"
A bright light flashed outside the ship, red as blood and bright as sun. Mosa shielded his eyes instinctively at the cockpit, yelling out in pain and shock. "NO!!!!!"
A sudden crash. A lightning-fast crush. A massive, hundred-meter long, techno-organic sword struck the ship, running through Mosa with its first hit and tearing the massive beastman apart in less than a second. The sword sliced through the Iron Shadow mercilessly, exposing its crew to the cold, dead, vacuum of space. Alarms blare. Oxygen supplies break. the Iron Shadow split in half, with both pieces drifting apart from each other. Megahertz's tank broke. She clung on to life, but in just 13 seconds, she choked to death and withered.
The sheer impact of the tyrant sword left most of the crew to black out for a brief moment. When they recovered, those who did not die instantly from oxygen deprivation, could look up...and see the Stratevarian sun, shining dimly far, far away. It seemed so far, now....
.......The stars seem to dim with every second. And then they spun, revealing themselves not to be stars, but in fact swords - hundreds of thousands of purple swords, hovering in the air. Each of them smaller versions of the tyrant sword which ravaged the Iron Shadow. Each of them aimed towards every surviving member of the crew on board.
And then, they could hear it...a soft, contemptous voice. Reverberating inside their minds. GEHENNA's.
"Face your ends with dignity."
The millions of swords above them spun, and descended.
Soon, another star was extinguished in the limitless skies. GEHENNA had won once again.
-THE END-
(Hey guys. I decided, that I'm not going to wait any more. You've been good players, especially for the first and second chapters, and I thank you for that. But in hindsight, I realized that I planned this RP poorly. I would rather end on a much happier note, but I've grown sick of this RP. And I'm almost sure most of you are. If not sick, at least aloof and apathetic. I don't want this to be a burden. Not to you, not to me. So if you don't mind, I'm going to torch this franchise and run.)
James woke up on a sandy island in the middle of nowhere.
"What the fuck happened? Where is everyone?" Suddenly, it hit him. "Face your ends with dignity."
Ah. That explained it. But how did he end up here? Did Gehenna's attack on their ship tear a hole in time and space and cause a wormhole to appear? Looking around, and seeing no one else around, James realized that it was over. There was no way he was going to ever leave. Sighing, he removed his helmet and unholstered his pistol, staring off into the sunset, he aimed the barrel to the side of his head and fired a single shot. Blowing chunks of brain, skull and flesh onto the sandy ground below him. James collapsed ungracefully to the ground, twitched for a few minutes and then lay still forever more.
(LOL)
"What the fuck happened? Where is everyone?" Suddenly, it hit him. "Face your ends with dignity."
Ah. That explained it. But how did he end up here? Did Gehenna's attack on their ship tear a hole in time and space and cause a wormhole to appear? Looking around, and seeing no one else around, James realized that it was over. There was no way he was going to ever leave. Sighing, he removed his helmet and unholstered his pistol, staring off into the sunset, he aimed the barrel to the side of his head and fired a single shot. Blowing chunks of brain, skull and flesh onto the sandy ground below him. James collapsed ungracefully to the ground, twitched for a few minutes and then lay still forever more.
(LOL)
(welllll...........wasn't burdening me but okay :C hope you make something new cause I really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really! Enjoyed it even if people take their time to reply)
Gelon nodded "yup I did....what the!" Was all he could bring out before passing out. As he came too he held his mouth and let his arm cralw over his face and body "as he then quickly activated his energy shield when he noticed the trytants "fuck that shit! GEHENNA!! You fight with some dignity you cheap coward!" He yelled as he flew over to one of the realuneta storga crates to get his toy "I will let you know why they call me, GELON THE WRECKER!" he yelled and an mech a few feet taller then mosa would be bursted out flying, it was an hell bringer, a neck capable to take down space frigates
(yup can't let go yet >< )
Gelon nodded "yup I did....what the!" Was all he could bring out before passing out. As he came too he held his mouth and let his arm cralw over his face and body "as he then quickly activated his energy shield when he noticed the trytants "fuck that shit! GEHENNA!! You fight with some dignity you cheap coward!" He yelled as he flew over to one of the realuneta storga crates to get his toy "I will let you know why they call me, GELON THE WRECKER!" he yelled and an mech a few feet taller then mosa would be bursted out flying, it was an hell bringer, a neck capable to take down space frigates
(yup can't let go yet >< )
